About a month or so ago the man across the street from us came over to inform me he had caught a "prowler" in his yard. I spoke with him for a few minutes and that was that.
Yesterday, being a state holiday, I was off and Mike was not. Around 11 AM I was watching tv and heard someone put a key into the keyhole on our front door. I thought it strange that Mike was coming home at that time. I then realized, it wasn't Mike. Whoever was at the door was turning the knob and trying to push the door open. (Thankfully it was locked!)
I waited for a few moments to see if the person would walk away. After about a minute, he did. I grabbed my phone and went to open the door. I had given the person enough time to make it back to the street. When I opened the door, I recognized the man as the man from across the street. I asked, "excuse me, can I help you?" He said, "no" and kept walking. I responded with, "what's going on here?" The man didn't respond and kept walking, not looking up. I ran inside, re-locked the door and went to watch from my front bedroom window. The man wandered up to his own front door and began pacing back and forth. I then watched him walk back across my front lawn. He began throwing himself against my front door while turning the knob, trying to get into my house. I frantically dialed 911.
The dispatcher of course began asking questions. I am trying to describe the guy and then realize he is walking towards our back gate, to our back yard. I raced through the house making sure all the doors were locked and all the blinds were closed. I lost sight of him.
I stayed on the phone until the police arrived, about 3 minutes later. The dispatcher instructed me to go outside and meet with the 2 officers that had arrived. I did so, only to find one officer telling me to "get back inside!" I can only assume the other officer had his gun drawn, as he was headed into the back yard. The back yard was empty.
The officers came to the door and asked questions about the man and what had occurred. At this time 3 more police cars pull up. There were a total of 6 officers. I'm about ready to crap my pants at this point. I tell the whole story. A couple of the officers take off.
They found the man wandering down the street a ways. They had me identify him after they arrested him. The idiot even admitted to trying to enter our house. I had to give a written statement. They hauled the idiot to jail.
Now I sit and wait for him to arrive back home. Will there be retaliation? Do we get a gun? Do I take self-defense classes? I do know that if he did ever manage to come back, I wouldn't go down without a fight. And I also know that Mike would remove what balls the man had left.
4 comments:
I will have no moral issue with handicapping this man. Should your husband and you want retaliation I would volunteer to be the one doing the permanent damage ( castration, limb severing, skull bashing...). Should he attempt this again I won't ask for your permission. Who am I? What does it matter?
By proxy, being a friend of a friend, I also volunteer to "discourage" this individual from any future stunts. I also live far away and would never likely encounter him again.
I am more a fan of non-lethal weapons such as a Tazer. A .22 pistol could stop an individual and not necessarily kill them. However, anytime you pull a trigger at someone, you have already made a commitment to kill that person. I, personally, prefer to keep a baseball bat near the door. A light-weight aluminum bat works well for a female and still esaily breaks ribs, jaws, and knee caps.
You could also try to get a restraining order which could render it very difficult for him to be your neighbor. The district attorney might be able to help you with that.
One thing is for sure, this guy is off his rocker and needs some psychiatric evaluating.
I am thinking about driving over there and having a "conversation" with this man.
Of course, I wouldn't be stupid enough to have it with him at his front door... he can't stay in his house forever.
Oh man -- this is the one thing I fear about for my own wife. Whenever I am not there (which is very rare), I think about it.
Just snap your fingers and I'm sure a whole host of guys would come and 'talk' with the individual.
Please let us.
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