Posted on 10/06/2004 12:48:54 AM PDT by Jaysun
I was sitting in my study tonight when I heard something at my front door. I already knew that my family was in bed, so I retrieved my pistol before going to investigate. As I got closer to the foyer I could hear the doorknob jingling. The motion lights were on, so I was sure that someone was trying to get into the house.
I stopped at the doorway into our dining room where I had a clear view of the front door. I cocked my revolver, aimed at the door, and waited. Suddenly this swings open and this guy steps into the house. I hadnt said anything at this point, and my heart was hammering away like a sewing machine.
I said, Stop! What are you doing? I didnt yell it at him, mostly because I was too nervous to muster anything much louder than a normal tone. He looks around to see where my voice was coming from and when he saw me with a gun aimed at his face he freaked out.
He immediately dropped what looked like a gym bag and threw his hands into the air. He took his eyes off of me, ducked his head, and started bending at his knees to get into a kneeling position. I kept my aim trained on his head. He was saying, SH*T SH*T DONT SHOOT! OH GOD DONT SHOOT, OH SH*T! So I said, Do not move! What in the hell are you doing in my house? At this point I was both angry and scared at the same time.
He said, Im here to stay with Patricia ..my Aunt Patricia Im from New York and Im here for the week. Of course, there is no Patricia here, and I told him as much. By this time, my wife had awakened and she alerted me to that fact by letting out a shrill yelp. I told her to get the phone and call the police. He continued to insist that he was here to stay with Patricia. Somewhere in there he also mentioned someone named Dan. Then it dawned on me. Dan and Patricia are my neighbors. I told Melanie to call them and ask if they were expecting company.
Dan and Patricia confirmed his story so I lowered my gun. They walked over and he finally stopped hyperventilating long enough for us to figure out what happened. Patricia had mailed him a house key in a letter a few weeks ago. At that time he wasnt sure exactly when hed be here, and they wanted to make sure he could get in if they were out of town (they just got back).
So he followed her directions, came to what he thought was her house, put the key in the lock, and turned the knob. Their key unlocks my door and vice versa. We have no idea how we ended up with two doorknobs with matching locks. Im still trying to figure that one out.
Anyway, I just sat back down and Im still somewhat shaken. He has no idea (or maybe he does) how close I came to blowing his head off when he walked in the door. His name is Kevin. He ended the night by saying, Damn! I knew Alabama was going to be different, but I though that Id at least get my bags unpacked before almost being killed.
Whew. Im still shaken. Just thought Id share this bizarre event with you guys.
She was posting a reply to the wrong person. Ignore it.
I agree with you about the builder and door locks. I've done work for several builders over the years who use the same door locks and keys while the houses are under construction, especially in large, one-builder neighborhoods. This keeps key confusion to a minimum and the key can be given out to inspectors, etc. who need to access the houses prior to closing.
Changing out the locks is the last thing on the builder's list and in the confusion and rush of getting a house closed out and sold it is an easy thing to overlook.
Oops, I see you have it figured out!
"I also issued secret code words for my family to chant when entering the house,"
"Unghhh"
"Global Test"
"Kerry's a Metrosexual"
"Edwards girlie man"
The possibilities are endless.
yea by dad was just making a point and it worked, i don't drink anymore, I wasn't supposed to be drinking anyhow I have Epilepsy and soon after my frind Jeff joined the Marines, I guess scaring the crap out of us helped us both :)
What an astoundingly stupid remark from someone who had just broken into a home in the middle of the night.
But then he IS from New York, right?
Public schools?
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