This was happened when I was 21 years old. There was a series of break-ins in my area that this time, and some of my neighbours were robbed at knife point. There were also a few rapes during those break-ins. At the time of this incident, no one had been caught for those crimes yet, so everyone was on high alert. I was actually scared to be alone in my house because I had been attacked in other incidents before and was still traumatise. Unfortunately, I was alone on this particular night.
Something woke me up at about 1am, and I laid in my bed, awake, alert and listening. I didn't hear anything else, so I laughed at myself and assumed that I must have been dreaming. I went down to my kitchen to get a cold drink.
My kitchen windows have no blinds and therefore anyone in my backyard can see in. I have a backdoor light that I always keep on at nights. As I closed my refrigerator door (which is slightly reflective), I could see the reflection of a man peering into my house. He probably climbed over my back wall. I could see him holding something shiny in his hand. I was really scared at this point and wasn't sure of what to do. Do I run into the living room and call the police? Do I start screaming? Do I try to run out the front door? A hundred different options flew through my mind in seconds.
Then I opened my refrigerator door again, put my cold drink back in and took out half a watermelon that was in there. I grabbed my knife from the drawer next to me. I placed the watermelon on the kitchen counter. Then with the most maniacal and sick grin that I could muster, I started stabbing the watermelon on the open half. The watermelon juice got EVERYWHERE. I laughed hysterically as I stabbed and stabbed at it, mainly because I was REALLY scared and truly hysterical at this point.
With my clothes and hands dripping with watermelon juice, I turned towards the window and raised my knife to above my shoulders. He was still there! I looked him in the eye and tried to smile, but it probably came out as a sneer. I opened my eyes wide, then with loud "Ha Ha HA HA HA HA"s, I walked towards him, gripping my kitchen knife tightly in my hands.
HE RAN, screaming like a crazed maniac, into the night. His screams woke the neighbours, who shouted for us to "be quiet!". I never called the police, mainly because I didn't know what to tell them. I didn't want to admit that I would have tried my best to stab that man had he not run away. I slept with my knife that night and cleaned up the watermelon mess in the morning.
To the man who wanted to break into my house and maybe do more sinister things to me, let's never ever meet again.
Submitted August 23, 2015 at 02:22PM by Pappar http://ift.tt/1KDYSGD LetsNotMeet
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