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Ok Story Time.
Summer Vacation 2006 (before the movie 'The Strangers' came out, in case any of you want to draw a parallel)
The misses and I were up in the family cabin tucked back in the mountains of Vermont. We don't have neighbors.... not real ones anyways. Our closest neighbor is over a mile away. One night we had a cookout behind the house, nothing fancy.... but we were outside later than normal... and for reference, its a medium sized two story house with the bedrooms on the 2nd floor.
Anyways, that night we watched a movie and went to bed.
Round 1:15 am I woke up to what sounded like someone frantically pounding on the front door.
I immediately got out of bed and ran over to the window, but the front door wasn't visible and I couldn't see anything.
The knocking stopped.
I'm thinking.... Ok. WTF. Its either someone outside who needs help or someone outside who is trying to see if we aren't home so they can break in....
So I grabbed the phone, called the police. They would be here "As soon as they can.... probably 25 - 30 minutes"
So I'm thinking.... Great. If I've got some wacko with a gun downstairs I'm screwed. Then I remember my father always kept a 12 Gauge in the Basement. OK Great I'm saved.
Then the banging started again. But there were 2 things wrong with these noises... it wasn't front door help me! frantic banging...it was slower and quieter. Like...
Bang .... (Mississippi)... Bang.... (Mississippi)... Bang....
So I pretty much knew that this wasn't a good guy.
And second... it was coming from the living room.... which has these big French doors (all glass) and is between me - the basement stairs.
The misses calls down "Here, take my gun"
HUH????????
The misses (without my knowledge) carried with her, a revolver which shoots shotgun shells. Not only is this gun small enough to fit into a purse, but its completely badass. So anyways I ran into the bedroom, got her weapon, lowered a 2nd floor window and fired twice.
Whatever/Whoever it was, didn't come back.
Here's where it gets really weird. When the police got there they went over all the windows around the outside of the house for prints, but nothing showed up. I was walking with the cop talking to him about who could have done this, and he goes....
"You know... We've had three reports of incidents just like the one you just had in the past two months, both in Vermont and New Hampshire. "
And I'm like, great. At least it wasn't some crazy neighbor who is trying to kill me because he doesn't like the way I mow my Lawn (people in Vermont are nuts)
And he caps it off with this...
"Actually just two weeks ago, a woman up in Rutland had a very similar incident. She turned on all the Floodlights outside of her house, and called us swearing up and down that her and her boys saw BigFoot standing on their porch"
Long pause.
"Uh huh......"
He just looks at me. Nods. And goes,
"Well. I best be going."
lol.... Anyways, moral of the story is, always keep a weapon handy in a place that wont be impossible to access if your put into a tough spot. I don't care who tries to tell you that having a weapon in your home is dangerous... Handle it carefully and responsibly, and it might save you from BigFoot.
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