I am freaking out right now and I don't know what to do. I need your help.
To fully appreciate my current situation you need to know a little about my background. I live alone in an old house in a medium-sized city in the Midwest. When making small talk with most folks, I just tell them I'm in sales. The full truth is, I'm a drug dealer. To be specific, more of a wholesaler. I deal in bulk and am very, very careful about it. I only deal to three of my closest friends whom I grew up with. They are the only ones in the game that know my true identity, and I trust their discretion.
The following happened about five hours ago:
I woke up in the middle of the night, extremely thirsty. Groggily, I reached for the glass of water that is usually left on my nightstand, but grunted with anguish when it was nowhere to be found. Begrudgingly, I decide to get up and shuffle to the kitchen.
My entire life I have been a bit of an insomniac, and I am absolutely terrible at falling asleep. With this in mind, I leave all of the lights off on my way to the kitchen, and am careful not to rub the sleep from my eyes.
I get to the sink, fill up a glass of water and take a long swig. While chugging away, the hairs stand up on the back of my neck and I get the distinct feeling that something is off. I turn around and face the rest of the kitchen.
Peering through the darkness, I see the outline of a fucking person standing in the middle of my kitchen! Obviously startled, I take an involuntary step backward and the glass of water slips from my hand, crashing into the hardwood. Just as I hear the glass shatter into pieces, a passing car's headlights momentarily illuminate the figure. It is a fully naked man, and he is smiling at me.
Heart beating out of my chest and adrenaline pumping, I tear ass back toward my bedroom, slamming and locking the door behind me. The whole time I'm screaming for this freak to get the fuck out of my house.
Once in the bedroom I go straight back towards my nightstand. Next to where my glass of water usually sits is a large hollowed out bible that I keep my pistol in. I quickly grab for the gun, chamber a round, and point it towards my bedroom door.
I wait for what seems like hours but in retrospect must have only been about ten minutes of complete silence. Suddenly, I hear cracking. The broken glass. He is walking toward my bedroom. I hear his footsteps stop outside the door.
I know a lot of you will probably say you would shoot then and there. I live in a state that has the Castle Doctrine, which means I can legally shoot any intruder in my home. The pistol I own is a Colt .45 1911, and it is more than capable of blowing a hole through both the door and this guy's face. The truth is, I have never killed anyone, and if this was just some drunk or confused crazy person and I killed him, I honestly don't know if I'd be able to live with myself. I mean, it's one thing when I'm walking into a deal with my supplier. I know if some shit does go sour, I won't feel bad about doing what I gotta do. That's just business. It's completely different when you have no idea who it is you're shooting. Not only that, but with as much product and cash as I have stashed in this house, I would rather not have the police snooping around it. With these thoughts reeling through my head, I sat and waited through another excruciating ten minutes of silence.
Then I hear something. It sounds like fingernails being dragged lengthwise down my door. Then a high-pitched maniacal giggle which sends shivers down my spine. My finger tightens on the trigger.
Suddenly my door knob starts shaking and the crazy bastard starts banging violently on the door. I let out three rapid shots center mass through the door. After a minute or two the ringing in my ears subsides and the only sound I hear is my own pounding heart. I wait another 10 minutes.
Finally, I decide to approach the door. I can't hear anything on the other side, and I can't see shit through the holes in the door. I whip open the door, my pistol leading the way. I flip on the lights expecting to see this dude laying in a heap on my kitchen floor, but there's nothing. Nothing but broken glass and bloody footprints. He must've cut his feet on the glass. The footprints lead from the kitchen to my bedroom door, and then back toward my front door. The fucker escaped.
I look outside and see nothing down the street, then decide to go back inside to lock up and prop a chair up on both my front and back doors. There's three holes through my door and three more through my refrigerator. I don't know how I missed him.
And here we are. It's been four hours now of me sitting up in bed gripping my pistol while my mind is racing. I didn't get a good look of the guy but from what I could tell he wasn't anyone I recognized. He could've been here to try and rob me, but everything seems to be here, including my stashes. I'm setting up individual meetings tomorrow with my dealers to see if they heard anything. Honestly though I highly doubt they were in on it. Either way I'll let them know to keep their eyes and ears open just in case, and to make sure they lock their shit up tight.
Writing all of this out has chilled me back out quite a bit. I still don't know how I'll be able to sleep again though. My insomnia is what brought me to nosleep in the first place. Reading the stories actually helps me go to sleep, and the stories are great. You guys seem to be a helpful community for these kind of freak occurrences, so I'm hoping someone has some ideas for how I could find this guy or really just overall handle this situation. I will keep you posted if I hear anything, or if this fucker decides to come back.
Submitted September 15, 2016 at 07:19PM by aldkjf54 http://ift.tt/2cLMBs2 nosleep
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