Happened to me while I was at my cousin a few years ago. I was sleeping on the couch, and I heard the kitchen sink running, so I get up, look out there, and there's this f-ing guy standing at the sink. At first I was just looking at him, there was a party at my cousins house so I wasn't sure who he was, he could have been a person that was at the party. By then my cousin came down( I guess he heard it?), he screamed "what the f*ck are you doing" to the guy. The guy dove out the back window. As he was getting out, I reached under the cushion where I had placed a little .380 that I had on me that night and let off a shot. I don't think I was really aiming to hit the guy or nothing, just to scare him more than anything I guess.(I was still a little drunk, still half asleep, and confused like a mofo at what was going on)
I'm not a chump or anything,but I'm not gonna lie, when I realized the guy wasn't supposed to be there, I was spooked. I guess it was just waking up in that situation. It's a weird feeling, for weeks, even when I was back at my own house, I didn't want to go to sleep in case someone broke in.
Turns out the f-er was washing up in the sink, he cut himself somewhere on the back window, there was blood on the glass.
My cousins dad is a cop, so he called him to see what to do, and my uncle called in saying that an officers family needs assitance or something. Tons of cops were there in like 3 mins., which if you have ever seen philly cops reaction times, is pretty good. Turns out, whoever it was was hitting house all over the neighborhood.
