25. [deleted]

I was about 9 years old when my parents decided to take me and my two younger siblings, who were 3 and 4 at the time, to Disney World.

While we were there we would often eat out at restaurants, as vacationers usually do. On our way out of a Red Lobster, I had been dawdling behind my parents with my nose to the ground for some reason or other and a good deal of distance had grown between us. As we were walking out, a black man and his female partner dressed in African clothing were walking towards us in the parking lot. They had passed my parents, and the man walked up to me and placed his palm across my forehead.

I was rather confused to be suddenly stopped and have my head tilted upward so unexpectedly. He muttered something I didn’t quite understand, and then they walked off. I stood there, bewildered and looking at my parents for some sort of direction. They had caught sight of it and were apparently just as confused as I was.

26. DebaserDebaser

This was in the mid-1970s, and we lived out in the country in Indiana. When I was very young, maybe seven, my father worked nights and mother began seeing a Peeping Tom looking in our windows. Scared the shit out of all of us, but the cops could never find anyone.

Then he broke into our house while we were away, stole all of her panties and bras, and beat our beagle to death. My two older brothers began carring pellet pistols in their belts, just to feel safe.
One night she saw the peeper looking in. She manage to play it off and got my older brother from down the hallway.

She went back in her bedroom to draw the perv’s attention, and my brother popped around the corner and shot the fucking asshole in the eye right through the screen.

We all ran outside. The fat fucker was doubled over, kneeling, holding his bleeding eye and screaming. Mom bashed his goddamned skull, back, arms, legs, and everything with an aluminum bat, to keep him from getting away, while my brothers shot him over and over with their pellet guns.

I was terrified at first but eventually got my kicks in. Felt wonderful, after the fear that cocksucker had put us through. Gets my blood up just thinking about it, and this was 35 or so years ago. Invade my house, my little Chuck Taylors will invade your throat, you dirty fuck.

Eventually she had one of my brothers go call my father at work. Dad was a drunken lunatic on a good day in the first place, so after he rushed home, he absolutely dismantled the goddamned pervert who had terrified us all. I can still hear the sounds the guy made.

The police eventually arrived. They found the guy’s truck down the road, with a box of panties and bras from who knows how many houses in it. He also had what they would now call a rape kit. And he had a metal bar with matted blood and dog hair on it.

This being the 70s, one policeman put the fucker in the squadcar and the other tipped his hat, shook all our hands, and bid us goodnight.