In 1940, My great grandmother took care of my grandma and my mother in a little house in a coal camp located in Jeffrey WV.
There was a home invader running around preying on the wives of coal miners who worked late at night. I assume he noticed my great grandma with the kids, so he lay in wait, and around 11 or so, started digging open the window in the back bedroom.
He made it in, the dog started barking, and she got the gun. It was one of those old style Colt 380 automatics. He was turned, with his front sticking out, trying his best to exit the residence through the window.
She opened up on him and put 4 bullets in his ass.
The neighbors heard it, and they came with guns. Said bad guy went and hid in the weeds until a constable came. The neighbors said the goblin kept saying “Dont let her shoot me anymore.”
The WV State Police finally showed up and took him into custody. They eventually tied him to the rape and murder of one woman and long story short, this guy was one of the last people to ride the lightning at the WV State Prison at Moundsville.
That’s my feelgood story for the night.
It’s nice to start the day with a story with a happy ending.