When I was home alone one evening when Laci was little.
Laci was staying at a friend's house which very rarely happened, and her dad was working out of town. When I am home alone, I always keep the doors locked, including my bedroom door.
If it was just Laci and I at home, I always kept her in my room with me so if anything happened, I would know where she was at.
It was getting pretty late and I was in my bedroom reading a book and talking on the phone with Laci's dad. Then all of a sudden, the bedroom doorknob turned.
Thank God the door was locked. I completely turned to rubber. I was froze.
I was whispering in the phone that someone was trying to open the door. He told me to go to the closet and get the shotgun and pull the barrel back and get ready to use it.
I did as he said, and there is no other sound like a shotgun being ready to be used in the still of the night. I pulled that barrel back as he tried the door again. I yelled, "touch it again and I will blow that door away."
Kess hung up and called the police for me
and called the neighbor. I couldn't open the door to go out, because I was afraid he was still in there. The police came quickly
and they found the door in the garage pried open and they came in. He was gone. I guess the shotgun scared him off.
One of the officers went into the bedroom, where I had laid the shotgun at the foot of the bed. He told the other officer, "Good for her, I wouldn't want to break in this house."
Thank God I had the door locked, and Thank God I had a gun. And yes, I would have shot it.
So I would say he was very lucky, but then so was I. Who knows what would have happened had my bedroom door been unlocked. I have thought of that often.