Well, I heard light foot steps move back along the balcony to my set of glass doors until I saw his shadow stop directly in front of them. I felt relief, this person couldn’t get in surely, all I had to do was wait for them to realize that and then they would leave right? I listened for what the person was doing now, they were still jiggling the glass door handle, but it sounded like the doors weren’t opening. I moved as quickly and as silently as I could to my bedroom door and locked it. I didn’t know if she had locked them or not but I wasn’t taking chances. That is, until I heard another sound, the sound of someone trying to open a glass door, my mum’s doors to the balcony. They moved past my doors out of sight, I sat their unable to move or even think about what to do other than be absolutely still. They wouldn’t likely be able to see into my room but I could see them thanks to the streetlights behind them.

The person moved slowly, creeping as though they were trying to not be noticed. The shadow is tall, so it wasn’t a neighbor kid and it wasn’t my all of 5ft mother. Shortly after hearing the tree rustling noises, I see a shadow slowly move past the doors, at which point I immediately turn off my reading light and freeze like a deer in headlights. Now I had thin curtains on the glass doors that separated my room and the balcony, and the doors faced out towards the street where street lamp light was always visible through my curtains. I heard what sounded like something moving in one of the trees outside, but this didn’t worry me as possums and bats are common in our area.

One night when my brother and mother weren’t home and I was about 13, reading in bed with a very dim reading light. Next to the balcony are two trees, one I often used to climb up and down from the balcony. “One of my childhood homes had a balcony that was attached to both my mother’s bedroom and mine via big, glass doors in each of our rooms. I’m sure it could’ve been neighborhood stray cats, but this was just a few months after the door incident.” The sliding glass door The old concrete porch steps are still outside his room, and lead to a big window the previous owners put in (it doesn’t open). Before we moved in, his room was a back porch that the previous owners had boxed in. Said he kept hearing footsteps outside his windows. Nothing like that has ever happened again…HOWEVER, a few months later my 11-year-old son did move out of his bedroom because he felt like he was being watched. I am a stay at home mom, so I kept the pistol within reach for a while, when the kids were in school and I was home alone. We waited and waited for a follow-up break in, and it never happened. He did find a footprint by the garage the next morning….was way too big to have been his. He spoke with his fellow officers, but nothing was ever found. It was obvious that we were home and at least someone was awake (husband had kitchen and living room lights on), so whatever they wanted, was not just to take things.

If I hadn’t, God knows what would’ve happened. The weird thing? I usually don’t end up locking the doors until we go to bed (usually a couple hrs after the kids), but for some reason I had a nagging feeling to lock it early that night. My husband brought me the shotgun, and went exploring outside with the pistol (he was a county reserve cop at the time). We heard someone turn the knob on the back door and bump it hard-twice, as if trying to shove the door open. “I was sitting in the kids’ bedroom, putting them to sleep…my husband in the living room working. Home invasion Real home invasion stories The home invasion that almost was

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