25. “It Was Terrible For Everyone”
It was 3am and my dad heard a sound at the front door, which then moved to the side door outside the garage. He went to check it out, thinking it was just some trouble making teens trying to mess with the car. Turns out it wasn’t. It was 2 huge men hiding around the corner when he stepped outside. They stabbed him 11 times with a screwdriver (6 times in his left arm because he was covering his heart, and 5 times just missing his kidney). They knocked him out with some firewood and ran away.
I was fortunate enough to only wake up to the sound of my dogs barking once the police arrived, but I fell right back asleep without knowing anything had happened. My sister on the other hand, heard all the screaming and saw my dad leaving in an ambulance that my mom had called.
So I guess I wasn’t really awake for it and didn’t handle it, but that’s how it went down with my dad. It messed me up pretty badly though. Weeks before the incident I had been begging for a security system for my birthday (Elizabeth Smart really scared me) and then this happened…I couldn’t stay home alone for literally years, and slept with earplugs in for months. It was terrible for everyone.
26. Alone With Two Burglars
When I was 17, my parents left me at home for a weekend (as they had done many times before). I was in the house by myself and was in bed about to fall asleep. As I was drifting off, I heard what I thought were footsteps upstairs ( my bedroom was downstairs), I passed it off as ‘house noise’ and thought nothing of it. Almost immediately after the noise, I heard it again, but this time I heard my mothers chest of drawers opening and closing and more footsteps. I got out of bed and nearly shit myself from terror. I left my bedroom, crept up the hallway – looking up the internal staircase at the time – then moved into the study next to my bedroom.
I call 000 (emergency line in Australia) and completely freaking out, yet whispering ‘There is someone in my house, they are upstairs COME NOW’ and gave them my address. I thought about what I could do now?, so I thought about making myself sound male (I’m female), big, angry and violent. So I moved to the door of the study and slammed it with everything I had. The footsteps took off to the back door upstairs, and I felt better that he had left the house. However he didn’t leave the house. I went back into my bedroom and looked out of my window to see 2 fucking faces looking back at me from the back stairs. They had obviously made the choice to run for it and away they went. It was about 3 minutes before I saw flashing lights of the police. 2 cars and with dogs – MY HEROS!!!! the dogs followed the scent of the fuckers who broke into the house and caught them. The police were amazing. I can’t speak highly enough of how wonderful the police were on that shitty night.