I'll preface this with I worked nights last night, and was just about to fall asleep when this went down.
At approximately 0940 hours, I'm in my recliner about to fall asleep, watching the republican debate that I tivod. And I hear a knock at my front door. It was a soft knock, that I thought I heard, but wasn't exactly sure. As a matter of fact my dog perked up also, but didn't bark. I gored it, as I wasn't expecting anyone. And even if I was sure someone knocked, I wouldn't have answered anyway.
About 20 seconds go by, and I hear my screen door open, with another knock, this time on my interior door. It was a knock that I was sure I heard, and the dog started growling. I ignored it and told the dog to be quiet, then a few seconds later I see the doors off of push in, like someone pushed it. It was dead bolted, the dog went crazy, barking and ran to the door, knocking things over as she went(big dog, a Great Dane).
I jump ump up and get to the door, look through the peep hole, and see a guy on the porch turn to walk away. Towards his truck that's parked on the street in front of my house. I go to my bedroom and throw on a pair of pants and grab my cell phone and 1911. Cell phone goes in my shirt pocket, gun in my hand at my side. I look out the peep hole, truck is still there, but no one is in it or near it. I head out to the front porch, and I don't see anyone.
I look at at my house from the street and my back gate is wide open. At this point my adrenaline is pumping higher then it was when the door was pushed. I walk to the edge of the hour and look doesn't the side of the house, no one is seen. I slowly walk into my yard, my 1911 still at my side, thumb on the safety. I get to the back yard and look, and there's a guy by my shed, back turned to me.
I bring the gun slightly forward, maybe a low ready, thumb still on the safety... Questioning if I should take the safety off, but the guy is around 75 feet away, so I decide to keep the safety on.
I say, voiced raised and sternly " Can I help You!" Not so much as a question but as a statement.
He turns slowly, sees gun in my hand puts his hands in the air and says "don't shoot."
i say nothing, nor do I change my posture, I just stare at the guy for any movement or explanation.
he mumbles something about his name is Chris, and he was a previous owner, and more that I don't understand.
i say "I don't know, but I was sleeping and I heard someone try to open my front door!"
he he mumbles more of the same. Then says, are we ok or something to that effect.
I nod yes. He starts walking my way. Then I say "did you try to open my door?"
He says "no, maybe you heard your dog hit the door."
i dont respond. Then I tell him I'm tired, and follow him back out of my yard and through the gate. He hands me a card with his name and business. And says "thanks for not shooting me."
i reply with "No problem, goodbye!"
he then heads to his truck, I go inside and watch him pull away.
i then decide to cut my wet grass to spend some excess adrenaline. After I tell a few people what transpired, they recommend I notify the police. Which had just started crossing my mind.
I decided to drive to the police station, instead of calling. Thinking that if I called I may have to stay awake until the police got here, and the station is literally a 4 minute drive.
I tell ell the police what happened, they agreed it was suspicious and took my information, and my half way description of the guy and his truck... But it wasn't good, being tired and running on pure adrenaline I was focused on the trespassers actions, not his looks or his vehicle.
Police said aid they would increase patrols on my street, and look out for the vehicle. Stopping and questioning people matching it. And to call them immediately if I see him again so they can question him.
One he bright side, I love the Cedar Lake PD. when I told them the story, and got to the part where "I grabbed my pants and my 1911, then went outside to confront the guy. They didn't even bat an eye.
Still got got a bit of an adrenaline rush and can't sleep. Thinking back I should've stayed at the door, and called the police. But it happened so fast, there was no thought, just action.
At approximately 0940 hours, I'm in my recliner about to fall asleep, watching the republican debate that I tivod. And I hear a knock at my front door. It was a soft knock, that I thought I heard, but wasn't exactly sure. As a matter of fact my dog perked up also, but didn't bark. I gored it, as I wasn't expecting anyone. And even if I was sure someone knocked, I wouldn't have answered anyway.
About 20 seconds go by, and I hear my screen door open, with another knock, this time on my interior door. It was a knock that I was sure I heard, and the dog started growling. I ignored it and told the dog to be quiet, then a few seconds later I see the doors off of push in, like someone pushed it. It was dead bolted, the dog went crazy, barking and ran to the door, knocking things over as she went(big dog, a Great Dane).
I jump ump up and get to the door, look through the peep hole, and see a guy on the porch turn to walk away. Towards his truck that's parked on the street in front of my house. I go to my bedroom and throw on a pair of pants and grab my cell phone and 1911. Cell phone goes in my shirt pocket, gun in my hand at my side. I look out the peep hole, truck is still there, but no one is in it or near it. I head out to the front porch, and I don't see anyone.
I look at at my house from the street and my back gate is wide open. At this point my adrenaline is pumping higher then it was when the door was pushed. I walk to the edge of the hour and look doesn't the side of the house, no one is seen. I slowly walk into my yard, my 1911 still at my side, thumb on the safety. I get to the back yard and look, and there's a guy by my shed, back turned to me.
I bring the gun slightly forward, maybe a low ready, thumb still on the safety... Questioning if I should take the safety off, but the guy is around 75 feet away, so I decide to keep the safety on.
I say, voiced raised and sternly " Can I help You!" Not so much as a question but as a statement.
He turns slowly, sees gun in my hand puts his hands in the air and says "don't shoot."
i say nothing, nor do I change my posture, I just stare at the guy for any movement or explanation.
he mumbles something about his name is Chris, and he was a previous owner, and more that I don't understand.
i say "I don't know, but I was sleeping and I heard someone try to open my front door!"
he he mumbles more of the same. Then says, are we ok or something to that effect.
I nod yes. He starts walking my way. Then I say "did you try to open my door?"
He says "no, maybe you heard your dog hit the door."
i dont respond. Then I tell him I'm tired, and follow him back out of my yard and through the gate. He hands me a card with his name and business. And says "thanks for not shooting me."
i reply with "No problem, goodbye!"
he then heads to his truck, I go inside and watch him pull away.
i then decide to cut my wet grass to spend some excess adrenaline. After I tell a few people what transpired, they recommend I notify the police. Which had just started crossing my mind.
I decided to drive to the police station, instead of calling. Thinking that if I called I may have to stay awake until the police got here, and the station is literally a 4 minute drive.
I tell ell the police what happened, they agreed it was suspicious and took my information, and my half way description of the guy and his truck... But it wasn't good, being tired and running on pure adrenaline I was focused on the trespassers actions, not his looks or his vehicle.
Police said aid they would increase patrols on my street, and look out for the vehicle. Stopping and questioning people matching it. And to call them immediately if I see him again so they can question him.
One he bright side, I love the Cedar Lake PD. when I told them the story, and got to the part where "I grabbed my pants and my 1911, then went outside to confront the guy. They didn't even bat an eye.
Still got got a bit of an adrenaline rush and can't sleep. Thinking back I should've stayed at the door, and called the police. But it happened so fast, there was no thought, just action.