Story 3: The Break-in: bowlingforbands

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Ok, so my town is very quaint and not much happens. Anyways when I'm home alone, especially, when it's dark I leave the lights on. So I was doing what any normal girl my age would do when she's home alone, listen to music and have a dance party. (via myself)

I was just chilling listening to music loud as hell, when I heard the screen door open. I kinda expected it to be one of my grandparents or my mum. So I called out for any of them. Unfortunately it wasn't any of them, I quietly freaked out and realized I had a big ass piece of wood near me. I picked it up and screamed "Who the hell is it?!" No reply. I realized I either called the police or I did this on my own. I decided I wouldn't call the police because if this person heard me they could do anything really, which was more than likely their plan.

So I walked out clutching the piece of wood as it it were a baseball bat (keep in mind I was in softball most my life, and I took one or two karate classes. I was freaking out but outside I knew I looked scary as fuck, first my knuckles were a bit bloody from a week ago and I looked fucking demented.

I was just plain scary looking. But anyway, I walked out and said "You better get out before I fucking kill or knock you the fuck out you bastard!" No response which fucking scared me. I darted to my closet which was right next to the back door. I ran and picked my bat up and threw the wood down.

I turned around to see a tall man standing there he smiled and I swung with all my might, I hit him in the groin and took this chance to run to my neighbors house which was a good ten or twenty feet away. I knocked on their door and realized nobody was home. The man was running and screamed "Get back here!" I fucking ran as fast as I could to the police station which was a good few blocks away and the streets were very busy most people were heading home from the store and such. I got to the police station and explained to them what happened and that he was following me, they didn't believe me because he wasn't there. But they told me I could stay there until someone was home.

Crazy Burglar Let's Not Meet again.

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