71 Shocking Moments When Trusting Their Gut Literally Saved Lives—You Won’t Believe #37
So, I’m in there doing my shower thing and I hear the front door open. Husband is a cop and sometimes stops home for lunch while he’s out patrolling. I assume this is him coming home. I hear someone walking up the stairs and it sounds “off”. Husband is 6’ tall and weighs about 250 pounds. He has huge feet. He’s just a really big man. His arms are the size of my legs and he’s not fat. These footsteps do not sound like a huge man ambling up a set of stairs. Still, I write it off as maybe him trying to sneak in and surprise me.
I hear the footsteps stop at the top of the staircase. I wait for them to proceed into the bathroom where I will feign surprise that husband has come home from work early. I continue to wait for another thirty second or so. The footsteps continue but seem to walk opposite the bathroom door and farther into the bedroom. Then, the footsteps approach the bathroom door. There’s a pause and I hear someone say:
“Hello?”
AND IT IS ABSOLUTELY NOT MY HUSBANDS VOICE.
This is not the voice of an older, pack a day, grizzled, former marine, police officer that is built like a brick s**t-house. This is a younger voice. This is a STRANGER IN MY HOUSE.
I jumped out of my skin. I immediately put my hand on the shower controls to turn the water off and then think better of it. I leave the shower running, hoping that the person on the other side of the door might think I didn’t hear them over the noise of the running water. I very gently, as quietly as I can, open the shower door, and tiptoe to the bathroom door. I reached out and as quickly as I can and turn the lock on the doorknob. Seconds later, I see the doorknob give a few quick jerks. As I stand on my side of the bathroom door, barely breathing, afraid to move, I hear footsteps walking away from the door, they move down the stairs, and towards the back bedroom of the house. I ran out of the bathroom, slammed the bedroom door shut, grabbed my husbands revolver from the nightstand, snatched my cellphone off the dresser, and fled the house out of the second story balcony where I took the (thank god it was there) staircase to our backyard, ran across the driveway and into our detached garage where I locked myself in and called my husband to tell him that someone was in our house.
He arrived a few minutes later, cleared the house, and chewed my a*s for not locking the front door.
I (30,F) was in a Las Vegas hotel and was invited in the elevator by a couple middle aged accented guys up to the penthouse to see the view. Immediately after I accepted I realized what a terrible decision it was, but I was too midwestern to be rude and cancel, so I went. Inside a bunch of guys of all ages were sitting around on couches on their phones, and it literally felt like I was in a movie where the group was about to get busted for d***s or a p**********n ring, so I stayed as long as I felt I had to before making an excuse and leaving.
Some friends and I were on a road trip through California. It got late, so we decided to just pull over and sleep on the side of the road. Before we turned in, we thought we would sit on the ground and eat a little dinner. In the dark behind me I heard a noise and LEAPT into the car. Everybody laughed at me reacting the way I did. It took me a minute or two to even realize what the noise was I had reacted to. It was a rattlesnake rattle. I reacted automatically without any concious thought.
Several years ago, 6 of my friends and I were out of state for a wedding. We rented an Air BnB for the group. Immediately after getting there we learned that the guy who rented out his house had a roommate who was almost never home, but happened to be there for the first time in weeks, and didn’t realize the house was going to be occupied. The owner insisted that he spoke with him and he was planning to pack up and stay at his girlfriends so we could have the home to ourselves as planned. Sure enough, he was gone that afternoon.
We went out that night and came home intoxicated, as 20-something’s do from time to time. One of our guy friends came up from the basement looking shocked. Apparently the roommate was back..and based on him being asleep..it was clear he planned to stay.
We quieted down and rearranged where we’d all planned to sleep. But this was only the beginning.
The next morning we were woken up by excruciatingly loud death metal blaring from the common living area/dining room upstairs. Two of the people who’d slept in the living room came down immediately and told us we needed to pack our s**t and get out FAST. We didn’t ask many questions. Just sort of grabbed all our stuff, tries to clean up, and piled into an uber XL to head to the closest hotel.
Apparently before the music started earlier that morning they woke up to a bunch of clank/banging only to open their eyes and see this dude sitting at the table cleaning a shot gun and a hand gun.
