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 Category:  Horror and Thriller Non-Fiction
  Posted: March 23, 2018      Views: 95

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A burglar broke into my home.
"How I survived a home invasion" by Liberty Justice



There was a knock on the door. I jumped up off my couch, because it scared me. The knocking turned into urgent banging, like "bang bang bang."

This persistent urgent knocking horrified me, and I wondered why some idiot would be banging, as if he wanted to beat my door down.

Then, I remembered when I watched CSI, the Justice Channel, I Survived, and other channels that victims stated not to stand in front of the door when someone knocks, or the possible burglar or home invader could shoot you through the door. So, due to these cautious thoughts, I looked out of my curtains first; but this scrawny, muscular, dirty and ragged-looking man yelled "I see you. Open the damn door. I need to pee. "

"Oh shit," I screamed, "I'm not letting you in my home. GO AWAY, you idiot." This deviant, homeless-looking man hollered, "I've been watching you, little woman, and I know your skinny ass is home alone, you bitch."

I yelled that I was going to call the freaking police, and he told me to go right ahead. I tripped over my chair and hit my head on the edge of my coffee table, as I was reaching for the telephone; but, to my horror, I couldn't get a freaking dial tone. "Oh, no," I thought, "I refused to be raped and become a crime statistic."

" Ooh, this maniac must have cut my phone lines; now, how the heck was I gonna call the cops?" I couldn't find my mobile phone; so, someone must have stolen it days ago.

"Think; think," I pondered, so I ran into my master bedroom, bolted the door, and slammed my heavy clothing drawer against the wooden door. No sooner had I barricaded myself, this stoned-out-of-his-mind madman broke my backdoor glass window out with his bloody cut- up fists, and came roaring invading my home, throwing himself against my hardwood maple door.

Well, he kicked; he banged; he busted his head against the door, but to no avail. I kept screaming that I have an AK-47 pointed right at his head, if he burst through my heavily fortified barricade, but he only laughed.

"You're telling a damn lie" he squealed, "cuz I been in this rat trap before, and your stupid ass ain't got no damn guns, or I would have stolen them last week when I broke in your raggly ass house, and stole your mobile phone"

"What a relief!" I heard sirens blasting and horns blowing. The police jumped on top of this buzzard as he sprang out my bloody backdoor, cutting himself, again on the scattered broken pieces of glass. Fortunately, my nosy neighbor must have heard the glass breaking and called the po pos. Nosy neighbors can save your life and belongings.

"Thank God," I shouted, "y'all came just in time." "Come on ma'am, we got to get you somewhere safe until we can rebuild and make your lovely home burglar-proof." "Whoo whoo," I shouted, as I fell to my knees, kissed the ground, and PRAYED.

REMEMBER EVERYONE: If "there is a knock at your door," proceed cautiously, and please don't fall for these stupid tricks: "Can I use your bathroom; I am lost; or can I use your telephone?" Teach your children and everyone, don't just walk or run to your door and throw it open, because you never know who is behind that door.
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Write a story that starts with this sentence: There was a knock on the door.

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I consider myself a Human Rights Poet, a Poet against Injustices, a Health Awareness and Safety Poet, and a Poet against rape, kidnapping, abduction, sex slave abductions, etc. BE SAFE AND BE AWARE. WE live in a dangerous world!
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