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People Who've Defended Their Home From Intruders Reveal What Happened

Nobody wants to have their home broken into, however some people are prepared for when it happens. It's hard to imagine, say, pointing a shotgun at someone's head at the age of 12, or having a crazy "other man" break down your apartment door to steal your roommate's girlfriend. These are their stories. DUN DUN

HenryJonesSnr asked: People that have defended your home against intruders, what is your story?

Submissions have been edited for clarity, context, and profanity.


Geniuses at work,.

When I was about 16 or so, my dad, brother and I were on the way home from church and saw that a truck we didn't recognize was parked in front of our house. We had a long driveway, so by the time we pulled up and parked, my dad had told my brother and I to stay in the car as he figured out what whoever it was wanted.

When we got close enough, we noticed that the guy — a big dude in his forties, easily 6'6" with a giant beer belly — was hunched over by the front door. My dad is a teacher in a tiny town, so it wasn't a surprise that he recognized the guy. He called out, "Jared? Is that you?"

Jared turned, didn't acknowledge my dad at all, and hustled back to the passenger side of the mysterious truck, grasping his ten gallon hat to his head the whole time. He threw himself in head first and, his legs still dangling out the passenger door, yelled for the driver to go. They peeled out and we were left staring after them, wildly confused.

We noticed later that he'd been trying to unlock the door with a screwdriver, but only succeeded in scraping up the doorframe before we caught him. The best part? The door was unlocked the entire time.

dogtheplank

Hospitals know who to look for.

A couple I know heard the glass on their door break and the wife ran to check it out. A guy had smashed his hand through and was trying to unlock the door. She screamed to her husband "get the gun!" They didn't have a gun but it scared the guy enough to run off, bleeding profusely. He ran a few doors down and asked for help. They offered to call an ambulance and he was trying to talk them out of it so they called the police. The guy got a friend to pick him up and take him to hospital in the next city over. Doctors there knew straight away that it was the guy the police were looking for and he was arrested.

team-ram_rod

Well, this is terrifying.

When I was 17 I had a black powder rifle (I actually still have it). I was cleaning it in the basement, put it together, and took it upstairs for storage. While I was upstairs I heard someone come in through the basement garage door. I thought it was my brother or mom coming home but when I opened the door to the basement i saw some random old guy coming up the steps (Edit: "Old" in the context of how he looked to me at the age of 17. In hindsight he was probably in his mid to late 40's early early 50's).

I asked him what he wanted and he asked if I was home alone. I grabbed my rifle (empty) and pointed it at him, telling him he needs to leave the way he came in. When he got back to the bottom of the stairs he unlocked the door he came in through. It didn't register with me until later that he had locked the door behind him when he entered the house.

DoTheCollapse

Sounds like someone wanted to go back to prison.

I was 12-years-old hanging out with my dad watching a movie at around 1 a.m. All of a sudden there is pounding on the door. My dad gets up and twists the knob. As soon as he does the door flies open and a mountain of a man throws the door open. My dad is pretty big himself but gets knocked to the floor but happens to grab the guys shirt on the way down. They start wrestling and fist fighting in the entrance of our doorway. I'm standing at the top of the steps looking down and watching all of this in slow motion. My dad start screaming to get his shotgun out of his closet. I run upstairs grab the shotgun, run back to the top of the steps and pump a round into the chamber. Immediately after hearing the sound the guy tries to run away but my dad holds him down on the ground. At this time my neighbors had heard the yelling and scuffle and ran over. They call the police while my dad is holding this guy against the ground, and me a 12-year-old kid aiming a shotgun at the back of this dudes head. The police end up coming with their guns drawn and i put the shotgun on the sidewalk. The guy ends up getting arrested and supposedly had just gotten out of jail for a strongarm robbery and battery. I cant even imagine what would have happened if I had been alone considering my dad has worked 3rd shift my entire life but it just happened on one of his nights off. My dad was literally a superhero to me after that day.

EDIT- So to address the question of why my dad answered the door at 1 a.m. This is because we live in a pretty safe area and we have neighbors who drop by sometimes. My dad had thought maybe a neighbor was drunk and wanted to come and visit (this happens from time to time) the last thing we ever would expect is someone to try and force their way in.

NickIdd92

Thanks for ruining road trips.

I was staying in a hotel in northern KY/Cincinnati area about 15 years ago. I carry a pistol in my truck and I bring it in at night, so I brought it in when I returned to the hotel for the night. Woke up to some guy half way thru the window (first floor). I sat up and drew my weapon from the side table. He made eye contact and noped back out real slow.

You check your windows and doors at home, do the same when traveling.

gonnagetthisright

Who's a good boy?

I was home alone on a Saturday night and my roommate had left for the weekend. We often left the side door unlocked for friends who would go downstairs and crash on the couch. I would frequently hear "IT'S _____" As they would come in.

So I'm laying in bed in my birthday suit reading a book at 2am and I hear the screen door open. My dog perks up at the noise. He's a 110 pound shepherd Newfie mix that looks like a wolf. He lets out a little "boof".

Leaning forward in bed I can see the doorway. I look and see the doorknob turning.

"Hello!" I shout. Thinking it was a friend.

It was not a friend. A strange man's head poked through the door. We make eye contact. He has this weird look on his face as he proceeds into the landing.

"UH WRONG HOUSE." I screamed, thinking he was just in the wrong home.

When I screamed, my dog got up and went to my bedroom doorway. The guy stopped in his tracks. My dogs hackles raised and he started snarling. I was even scared by him a bit.

THE guy stopped when he saw my dog, and started backing up.

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE". I Screamed. My dog jumped.

The guy fell backwards into the door and my dog grabbed him by the leg and shook him like a rag doll. I stopped caring about being naked at this point. I jumped out of bed and threw on my housecoat while this guy was screaming bloody murder. Blood all over the floor.

I grabbed my dogs back leg and sat down on the floor trying to hold onto him. The guy stumbled to his feet and grabbed the doorknob before looking back. He took a glance at me with my robe hanging open and my dog still snarling at him.

"I WILL LET HIM GO." I screamed again. My dog jumped and I did my best to hold on, but one leg got out of my grasp and he lunged at at the guy.

The guy finally turned and fell out of the door. I immediately got up and locked it. There's blood all over my floor. My dogs fur is still raised as he stands at at the door growling.

I called the police, they came, took a statement and left. I never found out what happened to the guy. I took my dog to the vet and he was fine.

I never left the side door unlocked again. I've never been so thankful for my dog.

Here's Baxter the hero. https://imgur.com/a/mjO3mgx

womaninradio

If you want to rob someone at least make sure the house is empty.

One morning when I was about 10 or 11, my mom and I were eating breakfast at our kitchen table, which was in direct view of the back door.

All of the sudden two guys show up and try to break open the back door. (One of them was probably in his 40s or 50s and the other guy looked like he was in his 20s or 30s.)

Then they looked up and saw that someone was home so they ran for it. We ran outside to try and get their license plate number but by then they were already gone.

gibbysaurus

The dad here is even worse than the would-be burglar.

I was 14 and home alone. We were living in a crappy part of nowhere in Knoxville, Tennessee at the time. Someone drove up and knocked on our sliding glass door. I was nervous, but I stayed silent. Then they tried to force the door open, but it was held shut with a pole, so they gave up and drove away. I figured that was the end of it.

Shortly thereafter, they came back. I heard the sound of someone pressing against the exterior wall; it was them cutting the phone lines to our security system and the alarm speaker. By then I was on the phone with 911 informing them what was happening. Heavy thudding started to come from the front door as someone bashed it in, breaking the deadbolt. I was terrified and pleaded with 911 to please get someone out here right away.

Whoever it was must have heard me talking on the phone, because they immediately left, although the front door was broken and wide open. It took the cops another 20 minutes to arrive. The person who broke in the door must have cut himself doing it because our porch had droplets of blood on it. My dad screamed at me for not getting a license plate number while I cried. The people who broke in were never caught, and I've never felt safe anywhere since. I had nightmares for a long time.

EDIT: I want to say thank you to all the people who correctly pointed out that my father's an asshole. I know some people suggested that he was just reacting out of fear and that maybe he wasn't so bad otherwise. Unfortunately, no.

irilum

Probably for the best that this relationship ended.

This was in college, in a 3 bedroom apartment. One of my roommates lived there with his girlfriend. Girlfriend started cheating on him with a guy she met at work (all three of them worked at the same place, but my roommate's girlfriend and the other guy worked in a different building). The other guy got really drunk one night and wanted to come into out apartment to fight my roommate and take his girlfriend away with him. We tossed him out and locked the door. He started screaming and beating on the door over and over again. We told him to leave or we would call the cops. He left for maybe two minutes before he was back pounding on the door again. I confronted him several times through the door about leaving but he was just getting more and more violent. Eventually he stopped banging on the door for a few moments before slamming into the door and breaking it open. My two roommates and I immediately started beating the s*** out of this guy. We tossed him into the hallway, closed the door and called the cops. Cops took him away, we filed a police report for the damages and figured that was the end.

It was certainly the end of my roommates relationship. His ex moved out a couple days later. Turns out she went straight to that other guy and they both left the state and he skipped his court date. AFAIK those two moved to an adjacent state and are still together.

stephancypantsu

LA is a wild place.

Growing up there was a bad homeless and gang problem in my neighborhood, so many times my cousin and I had to use baseball bats, knives, and bb guns to scare off homeless people trying to break into people's houses. They would walk around and try to open car and house doors, break into windows, and do all kinds of crazy sh*t, and we would tell my little sister and brother to go inside. I have caught a few in my backyard a couple of times too.

Yourmom407

When in doubt.... be a Karen! LOL

We've all seen them and at times we may have been one A KAREN! You know who that is.... a difficult person, that's describing it politely. Karen's make scenes and do all that is necessary to get anything and everything their way. Working in any form of a service job, Karens are your worst nightmare.

Redditor u/externalodyssey wanted to hear from everybody about their Karen encounters by asking.... Managers of Reddit - what is a Karen experience like ? What was you worst experience ?

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