Crazy, crazy thing happened to me this morning. As usual, I wasn't getting much sleep and at around 4 this morning I decided to fix a pot of coffee. The pot had leftover coffee from yesterday, and the sink was occupied by potted plants my wife was saturating, so I carried the caraffe to the front door intending to just dump the leftover coffee in the yard. But when I opened the door, there was a man standing in my yard, about 15 or so feet from me. He was standing perfectly still just staring at me. It was still dark, so I could't make much out. He had something hanging from his left hand, but I couldn't tell what it was.
Needless to say, I was a little startled. I didn't even say anything. I just backed up and shut and locked the door. But one thing was for certain, this was unacceptable, whatever it was, so I went downstairs to the gun cabinet, unlocked it and grabbed my 20 guage. I checked to make sure it was loaded and the safety was off and went back upstairs.
When I opened the door, he wasn't more than 5 feet away from me.
I hadn't intended to point the shotgun at him--you never point a gun at anything you don't intend to kill--but fear and my natural instinct took over and I had the barrel pointed straight at his head.
"I don't know what you think you're doing, but I know what's about to happen to you if you don't explain yourself," I said.
I suddenly remembered he was carrying something and tried to look at his hand, but he was holding it behind his back now.
"If you pull your hands from behind your back, I'm shooting you and sorting through the mess later," I said.
At this point a stray thought of reason finally entered my head.
"I'm closing the door and calling the police,."
I shut the door and no sooner than I had locked it then the door handle, which was loose, started to rattle. I yelled for my wife, who answered like she was still in a dream, and told her to call the police. I told her someone was trying to get into the house. And that they were. As part of a job I used to have, I owned lockpicking tools, and now I heard the unmistakable sound of a lock being picked.
"Are you calling the police?" I yelled, and that was when the door swung open.
Okay, as you probably guessed early on, none of that happened.
Happy Halloween month!
Like all Hollywood horror movies from the last 20 years, that was based on a true story because...um...I have a coffee maker.
Anyway, I intend to go through my backlog this week and see if there are any horror games I haven't played and get them going, and, of course, this is the month people tend to launch their horror games, so I have to keep an eye on Steam as well.
Needless to say, I was a little startled. I didn't even say anything. I just backed up and shut and locked the door. But one thing was for certain, this was unacceptable, whatever it was, so I went downstairs to the gun cabinet, unlocked it and grabbed my 20 guage. I checked to make sure it was loaded and the safety was off and went back upstairs.
When I opened the door, he wasn't more than 5 feet away from me.
I hadn't intended to point the shotgun at him--you never point a gun at anything you don't intend to kill--but fear and my natural instinct took over and I had the barrel pointed straight at his head.
"I don't know what you think you're doing, but I know what's about to happen to you if you don't explain yourself," I said.
I suddenly remembered he was carrying something and tried to look at his hand, but he was holding it behind his back now.
"If you pull your hands from behind your back, I'm shooting you and sorting through the mess later," I said.
At this point a stray thought of reason finally entered my head.
"I'm closing the door and calling the police,."
I shut the door and no sooner than I had locked it then the door handle, which was loose, started to rattle. I yelled for my wife, who answered like she was still in a dream, and told her to call the police. I told her someone was trying to get into the house. And that they were. As part of a job I used to have, I owned lockpicking tools, and now I heard the unmistakable sound of a lock being picked.
"Are you calling the police?" I yelled, and that was when the door swung open.
Okay, as you probably guessed early on, none of that happened.
Happy Halloween month!
Like all Hollywood horror movies from the last 20 years, that was based on a true story because...um...I have a coffee maker.
Anyway, I intend to go through my backlog this week and see if there are any horror games I haven't played and get them going, and, of course, this is the month people tend to launch their horror games, so I have to keep an eye on Steam as well.
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