[ Testimony ] Home Alone in the 70s

[daninthelionsden]

A chain of events culminated one night to provide me with the means to defend myself from an intruder who has remained unknown along with their intentions. My grandfather had died and my grandmother had decided to leave me his 20 gauge shotgun that he used for duck hunting. Both my older brother and brother-in-law had wanted it and thought it should have been left to them. I was actually surprised that it was left to me at all. My mother was spending more and more time at the church so she could be with her Episcopal Priest married boyfriend. She would leave the home for hours each evening and stay at the church until 10 or 11 o'clock at night. One night I felt uneasy so I turned on all the lights and locked up the doors as best I could.(bad neighborhood...doors had been kicked in). I was in my mid-teens and wanted nothing to do with that church. After locking up, I retired to my room and closed my door to watch TV. I didn't normally close my door but ,like I said, I felt uneasy. I heard some noise at the front door like someone had come in. I didn't hear my mother's voice nor my little brother's. I turned down the TV some so I could hear better and went to the closet to get the shotgun. I quietly slipped a couple of shells in and waited. I could see light under my door from the hallway but then saw a shadow...like two feet. Sure looked like someone was standing on the other side of my door. I looked at my door knob and saw it start slowly turning open. I said "I have a gun and I'll shoot if you open that door"......using curse words. The door knob stopped a sec then continued opening. I rammed home a shell ...took aim...and said..."go ahead" ...the doorknob froze then turned back. The shadows disappeared. I heard the front door close. I stayed frozen in my room until finally my mother showed up. I told her what happened. She didn't seem surprised and didn't seem to care. One thing for sure ...whoever opened that door had a key...it was dead-bolted. If I hadn't been left that shotgun.....I just don't know. I'll never know for sure who that was...but I have my suspicions after all these decades. I thank the Lord He gave me the means to defend myself.

 

[Edward]

Awesome Brother.

 

[Sailing_soul]

Wow.

 

[AGustOfWind]

A chain of events culminated one night to provide me with the means to defend myself from an intruder who has remained unknown along with their intentions. My grandfather had died and my grandmother had decided to leave me his 20 gauge shotgun that he used for duck hunting. Both my older brother and brother-in-law had wanted it and thought it should have been left to them. I was actually surprised that it was left to me at all. My mother was spending more and more time at the church so she could be with her Episcopal Priest married boyfriend. She would leave the home for hours each evening and stay at the church until 10 or 11 o'clock at night. One night I felt uneasy so I turned on all the lights and locked up the doors as best I could.(bad neighborhood...doors had been kicked in). I was in my mid-teens and wanted nothing to do with that church. After locking up, I retired to my room and closed my door to watch TV. I didn't normally close my door but ,like I said, I felt uneasy. I heard some noise at the front door like someone had come in. I didn't hear my mother's voice nor my little brother's. I turned down the TV some so I could hear better and went to the closet to get the shotgun. I quietly slipped a couple of shells in and waited. I could see light under my door from the hallway but then saw a shadow...like two feet. Sure looked like someone was standing on the other side of my door. I looked at my door knob and saw it start slowly turning open. I said "I have a gun and I'll shoot if you open that door"......using curse words. The door knob stopped a sec then continued opening. I rammed home a shell ...took aim...and said..."go ahead" ...the doorknob froze then turned back. The shadows disappeared. I heard the front door close. I stayed frozen in my room until finally my mother showed up. I told her what happened. She didn't seem surprised and didn't seem to care. One thing for sure ...whoever opened that door had a key...it was dead-bolted. If I hadn't been left that shotgun.....I just don't know. I'll never know for sure who that was...but I have my suspicions after all these decades. I thank the Lord He gave me the means to defend myself.

Any theories who it may have been?

 

[Jehovah-Rapha]

Any theories who it may have been?

I'm curious too? Whomever it was, their was an evil intent behind it.
If it had been someone known, they most likely would have said who they were.

 

[Jethro Bodine]

Any theories who it may have been?

Colonel Mustard, in the conservatory, with the candlestick.

 

[daninthelionsden]

Several weeks earlier my mother and her Episcopal priest boyfriend insisted I go to the beach with a defrocked Catholic priest who was living with the Episcopal priest. I was told the guy was looking for a spot on the beach to throw a party. I was told he would make sure I ate so I had nothing to eat all day when he picked me up and immediately plied me with beer and cigarettes. We went way down South Padre where I was molested for hours. I thought my mother and her boyfriend were going to have this guy kill me. He eventually stopped and took me home. When their plans had once again failed, I believe they sent someone to sexually assault me that night. I've thought about who it was these last several year and, while it could've been anyone, I believe it was someone they sent to force me.

 

[Jethro Bodine]

And to think, some people have a problem with the eternal damnation of the wicked.

 

[daninthelionsden]

A few months after those two incidents while walking to school one day I walked right out in front of a car in a failed suicide attempt. I said for years it was an accident but one day I said to myself "but I knew the car was there and I walked out in front of it anyway" That was several years ago that I finally admitted I had tried to kill myself that day. I wept upon my confession to myself. The Lord spared me on that day. I remember the tires screeching. I snapped my head around just in time to see the car skidding right at me. I jerked my arm up like that was going to shield me. As I blacked out I heard a very loud crash as it hit me. I slammed against the hood then flew backward out to the street. I was told later that the crashing sound was heard from even the far side of the school. But it was like the Lord placed His hand between me and that car. The bumper of the car hit the side of my knee and all there was for an injury there was a small dent in my knee that healed right up. My arm that I flung up though ....I reflexed so quickly that the muscle tore away from the bone. My "dad" refused surgery....somehow it healed. I scraped my back on the street and road rash burns bad. I had a small lump on the back of my head where I hit the street. I hated life but the Lord saved me.......