Well, about 10yrs ago (2yrs after divorce} it was the 4th of July and my boys went over to see the fireworks and I didn't feel like going. Told them I would watch from front yard, you can see a lot of them from there. I was in my bedroom watching T.V. when I could start to hear the fireworks. So went to front part of house where family room and living room is(also front door}. As I got to the front door I noticed a man in my family room, I was kinda caught off guard ,so I said "what the hell are you doing in my house?" We stood there a moment looking at each other then I took off thru the front door across the street to my neighbors. We call him "Big Lou". By the time we got back he was gone. He left thru sliding glass doors that led to backyard from family room. We called the police and they said he had broke into a few houses that weekend thinking people were gone. A few weeks later J..... got me a dog and J..... got me a gun, tell you about that some other time... this is kinda long. P.S. I was also robbed at the bank I worked at. Tell you about that sometime too After my divorce I moved back home with daddy and momma. I was working the evening or the 4pm to midnight shift at the hospital. When I would get home from work about 1am, I usually sat up reading or eating in the kitchen or just simply rest and try to unwind. One night I was sitting at the kitchen table eating since I did not get supper at work. It was a warm night and the window in the kitchen was open. I heard something and I knew that something wasn't right. I got up slowly and put my dishes away. I then walked into my parents bedroom and awaken daddy. I told him I heard something out side the kitchen window. He got up and snuck out the front door since I turned the kitchen light off. As he got to the back gate, he saw someone jump the back fence. The next morning he found foot prints at the kitchen window. Another evening while I was at work, mother and daddy were talking about going to the grocery store. Mother left in the car and daddy was in the living room playing with my girls. He heard the back screen door open and he went to look and there in the doorway was a tall black man. Daddy ran and got his gun and chased the man out of the house and shot at him. Then he heard the girls scream and ran back inside. There had been another man who ran through the living room. Daddy called the police but could not find either one of them. Daddy said that they had probably heard him and mother talking about going to the store and thought that he went instead of momma. I shudder to think what might have happened if he had been the one to go to the store. Then one other time my brother and I were returning home from a double date in time to hear the back gate rattle like someone jumped over it. He chased a man across the back yard and the garden and lost him when the man jumped the creek at the back of the garden. Every time the police could not find the prowlers. We never knew if they were the same ones or different ones each time. Daddy was a constable of our county at the time and was riding around with the police or the sheriff a lot. He was in on a lot of arrests. Some thought maybe one of or more of the prowlers might have been someone he arrested. This all happened at the house where I grew up and where the neighborhood kids played kick the can and such at our house in the summer. It really makes me shake when I think of those times. My daddy told me if I heard something, like the night I was in the kitchen, just stay calm and act like I did not hear anything and go wake him up. Have any of you had any prowlers? Ohh Boy are some of these stories scarey. Most of you know I am a scaredie cat anyway and these run a chill down my spine. I do remember an incident when we lived in Rhode Island at the end of the street was a carnival with all the rides and side shows. There was a man there, who I imagine was on drugs, who used to eat snakes and frogs and all those things. He was horrible looking and really scary. Well one night I and my girlfriend B...... were coming home from Band Practice. I was a Majorette. I said goodnight to her for she lived right across the street from me. Well I walked the sidewalk and then up the driveway to the back door and there was one of these men just standing there next to the garage looking at me. Talk about scared. I ran to the back door and called to my father who took off after him but did not catch him. We called the police and told them and they kept watch about his doings and he was missing from the carnival. While they are under drugs you never know what they are going to do. These stories you ladies tell are amazing. Takes my breath away. One night my mom and I were walking to Bingo. She played and I worked there for extra dollars in my jr and sr year at high school. On the way there which was about 3 mile from home. Had no car so had to walk, A man came out from the driveway between two houses and opened his coat and he was stark naked. I guess you could say we were flashed. My mom was upset but all I could do was Yell at the person and told them to go put clothes on and I laughed. Mom was upset with me because I laughed and said he could have gotten mad at us and could have started a fight. I never thought of that. It just struck me funny. Now if it happened I would give it a second thought. Oh how scary 2!! We didn't have air conditioning in our home when I was growing up. We always slept with the windows open to keep cooler in the summer months. My bedroom window was above the head of my bed. One night I woke up and sensed a presence above me. I was a teenager at the time. A prowler had brought a lawn chair from the back yard. He stood on it, cut the screen in the window, and had cut open the back of my pajama top. Apparently he left when I woke up. For months after that I couldn't sleep at night. I spent the nights reading a magazine while sitting behind my bedroom door. It turned out that a neighborhood teenaged boy was window peeping and taking underwear from clotheslines in the neighborhood. He was sent to a mental hospital for treatment. Most of you have already heard this story,I hesitated about telling it again, but it's been so long now, it's getting easier to talk about it. It was the summer of 1990,July 3rd. I was sick (Bronchitis) and left work early and went to the Dr. Then went home, had supper and went to bed early. I was in the process of getting a divorce. My husband called about 9:00pm.and wanted me to meet him in ........ (Very small town) and bring him some things that were still here. He wanted me to meet him in a parking lot behind the stores. I told him I was sick and would drop the stuff off at a friend of his the next day. I went back to sleep. The next thing I knew I woke up to the sound of my bedroom window screen being cut. I could see him in the moonlight, grabbed my gun and tried to get to my back door to close it. He beat me to it and we fought over the screen door and he destroyed it to get in. He had a nylon stocking over his face, and was wearing cotton gloves with rubber gloves over them. To make a long story short, he shot me in the neck, I shot back, I shot back and killed him. I shudder to think what would have happened if I had gone to meet him in that deserted parking lot. I guess I'll never get over it completely. It has taken me 14 years to get to the point where I can sleep with a window open. There was a long investigation but no charges were ever brought against me. The gloves and the nylon stocking that were supposed to help him get away with it, helped me instead. Plus the fact that his ex-wife told Police he had tried to kill her 20 years before. It was all on record with Cass county sheriff's office. I had not known anything about it. It has been hard to live with but is finally getting easier. I can't ever forget it, but I don't think about it all the time anymore. G....... has helped me a lot. I didn't go anywhere but to work and the grocery store for years. Now I go anywhere I wish. And I have all of you to talk to when I'm home. We've never confronted a prowler but one time we came home to find our bedroom window wide open, screen and all. Now that wasn't right, so when we checked it out we found blood on the windowsill. And the bedroom door was open. We always closed the door so the dog wouldn't get on the bed. He was laying on the bed when we found him. All we could think of was the prowler got in our room, opened the door and was confronted by the dog. And the dog must have got a piece of him before he could get all the way out of the window! Rascal Dawg got a big juicy steak for dinner that night! Yes, My experience is very similar to yours, 2. I was either in Jr. High or High School. We were living at my Grandfather's house; he had recently died and mom took care of him. We still had not moved back home. There was a big window in the kitchen and it had one of those dark green "oil cloth" shades that you pull down from a roller. The bottom of the shade was well worn and there were slits and pieces missing from the shade. One night my mother and sisters had gone to bed and I sat at the kitchen table putting my hair up in roller. Each time I moved my head a certain way, I would see the torn out pieces of the shade and it was black. One time as I looked at the shade, there was an "eye" looking back at me. I pretended I did not see him and pretended I had finished my hair. I got up from the table, went upstairs, got my 410 gauge shotgun (my dad had given me), opened the hall window and shot up in the air. I could hear someone run and hollered, "You better run"!! Scared my mom and sisters half to death because they were already in bed. The next morning when Dad got home from working the night shift, everyone tried to tell me I just imagined seeing an eye. Well, Dad went outdoors, looked under the window and there were footprints in the mud; it had rained recently. Our farm and Grandpa's farm were side by side and it seemed like there were always prowlers or thieves. There was another story I told not too long ago so I won't repeat it. We did have one when we first came to Nebraska. A long story. It was a neighborhood man from a mile north of us. He would sneak around & hide by laying on the ground in the corn rows. One night the dogs let us know some one was in the corn crib. Hb asked who was there, no answer but Hb heard him running, so he fired his gun. When the sherrif talked to him he said he wasn't there, but he wasn't going back???? Another time Hb was gone on the truck, the kids were in school. I went out to do chores. Again the dogs alerted me to some one, so I went to the house & got the gun. Pretty soon here he came around the chicken house, long coat, collar pulled up & a hat pulled way down over his eyes. I told him to leave & he did considerig I had a gun. I was so scared!!! I called Hbs job & thank goodness he hadn't left yet. And I called the sheriff. Hb came home, the sheriff came. The sheriff picked the man up about a mile from our house walking down the road. He had a long butcher knife with him! I think the Lord had his arms around me that day!!! The man was put in the mental hosp for evaluation. We moved soon after that. |
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