True story- 3 yrs ago I'm walking up my basement steps and hear a "click click" at the door. Its after midnight and everybody is home. Closer I get to the door, I see the top lock slowly turn so I immediately turn it the other way back. Then everything stops. No more clicking, no more lock turning. Whoever was trying to break in must have gotten scared and run off. But man that was a REALLY scary experience. The next day my dad installed brand new dead bolts.

Yep. Our house was broken into when I was about six, living in Chicago. But, my parents felt for sure it was the upstairs tenants. But still pretty freaky.

No but my car was once stolen right out of my driveway. I got it back two days later and the thieves were caught, but needless to say I became really leery of the surroundings after that.

No but 2 of my neighbors (one across the street and the other a few doors down) have been robbed in the middle of the night.

Fortunately no, but I too have had neighbors whose houses were. This reminds me, though, that I should give Brinx/Broadview a call.

Yep, twice. Once when I was about sixteen....someone broke into our house and stole all of my CD's and my brother's video games and his video game systems. Second time, I was 18 and someone broke in while I was in the house. So the guy tried to rob me at gunpoint. If I hadn't been on the phone with the police when he came in....who knows what might have happened.

Nystyle709 wrote:

Yep, twice. Once when I was about sixteen....someone broke into our house and stole all of my CD's and my brother's video games and his video game systems. Second time, I was 18 and someone broke in while I was in the house. So the guy tried to rob me at gunpoint. If I hadn't been on the phone with the police when he came in....who knows what might have happened.

How were you on the phone with the police when they came in, did you hear something funny and then call? What happened to the guy who held you up?

I don't think anybody's that dumb, there's ALWAYS someone here and everybody knows it.

Nystyle709 wrote:

Yep, twice. Once when I was about sixteen....someone broke into our house and stole all of my CD's and my brother's video games and his video game systems.

Same thing happened to me once. Someone broke in while no one was home, and stole my stereo, a number of my CDs and the VCR (but left the TV.) It's like being raped.

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Second time, I was 18 and someone broke in while I was in the house. So the guy tried to rob me at gunpoint. If I hadn't been on the phone with the police when he came in....who knows what might have happened.

What happened to the guy? Did he make off with any of your stuff, or did the Popo's get there in time?

This is what happened:
I was at home early from class that day and I decided to take a nap. Shortly after, I was awakened by someone banging on my front door. Tired, I decided to ignore it. Then that person started kicking my front door. Where my bedroom was situated, the living room was right next to it and so was the front door so I peeked outside of my window and saw the guy trying to kick in my front door. It sounded like a fucking bulldozer trying to come into the house, that's how loud he was. He couldn't get inside because the dead bolt lock was on. So I jumped out of bed and I call the police. I had the cordless phone and I took it into the bathroom with me across the hall. So I'm on the phone with the police to tell them to get over here cause someone is trying to break in the house. The woman on the line was like "do you hear anything outside now and where are you in the house". I told her I didn't hear anything (he had stopped) but I was in the bathroom. I thought he left, but I was dead wrong.....he was in the house and he got in through the side door. That door was locked, but the dead bolt wasn't on so it was easy for him to pick it. I come out of the bathroom to where the cordless phone base was in the living room, look up and I see him coming out of our den. Stared dead into his face. He sees me on the phone and I guess he figured out who I was on the phone with. Snatches the phone, points the gun in my face, grabs me by the hair and puts me into the closet. So I'm in there scared shitless. I hear the phone ringing in the living room and I damn sure wasn't going in there to answer it. I had no idea where this guy was in the house. The only time I had the strength to get out of the closet was when I heard the police knocking and banging on the front door (same front door that the perp tried to kick in and luckily for me, I gave them my address before the guy saw me). Ran to the door, opened it and that was that. He had long been gone. I called my mom at work (she was pregnant with my sister during this time) and she rushed home from work and came there while the police was still there. Guy tore up everything, closets, bedrooms, everything and but didn't take a damn thing. Not one thing. And in my room, I had a few dollars on my dresser and I had new clothes and shoes still in the bags with the tags on them.....didn't take that. Just tore up the damn house. What happened to the guy, I have no idea. The police did a follow up and asked me if I still want to pursue finding out who the person was and I told them I did but that's all I ever heard from them. Honestly, and I'm pretty much 95% right, whoever broke into my house had something to do with my mother's boyfriend at the time. I'm not going to say he was into anything illegal, but he used to be, and he was a VERY well-known guy for having money. So I'm assuming whoever it was was looking for that because they knew his girlfriend lived there. And my mother's boyfriend came home when the police was there too cause my mother called him hysterical when she found out. I do know that about 3 months later, he told me that he hoped I didn't have any complexes about what happened cause he can assure me 'it will never happen again'. I didn't and ironically enough, I got over that incident pretty quick. We got new locks and a security system after that. I'm willing to be whoever did it, street justice was served and I'm honestly cool with that.

Nystyle709 wrote:

This is what happened:
I was at home early from class that day and I decided to take a nap. Shortly after, I was awakened by someone banging on my front door. Tired, I decided to ignore it. Then that person started kicking my front door. Where my bedroom was situated, the living room was right next to it and so was the front door so I peeked outside of my window and saw the guy trying to kick in my front door. It sounded like a fucking bulldozer trying to come into the house, that's how loud he was. He couldn't get inside because the dead bolt lock was on. So I jumped out of bed and I call the police. I had the cordless phone and I took it into the bathroom with me across the hall. So I'm on the phone with the police to tell them to get over here cause someone is trying to break in the house. The woman on the line was like "do you hear anything outside now and where are you in the house". I told her I didn't hear anything (he had stopped) but I was in the bathroom. I thought he left, but I was dead wrong.....he was in the house and he got in through the side door. That door was locked, but the dead bolt wasn't on so it was easy for him to pick it. I come out of the bathroom to where the cordless phone base was in the living room, look up and I see him coming out of our den. Stared dead into his face. He sees me on the phone and I guess he figured out who I was on the phone with. Snatches the phone, points the gun in my face, grabs me by the hair and puts me into the closet. So I'm in there scared shitless. I hear the phone ringing in the living room and I damn sure wasn't going in there to answer it. I had no idea where this guy was in the house. The only time I had the strength to get out of the closet was when I heard the police knocking and banging on the front door (same front door that the perp tried to kick in and luckily for me, I gave them my address before the guy saw me). Ran to the door, opened it and that was that. He had long been gone. I called my mom at work (she was pregnant with my sister during this time) and she rushed home from work and came there while the police was still there. Guy tore up everything, closets, bedrooms, everything and but didn't take a damn thing. Not one thing. And in my room, I had a few dollars on my dresser and I had new clothes and shoes still in the bags with the tags on them.....didn't take that. Just tore up the damn house. What happened to the guy, I have no idea. The police did a follow up and asked me if I still want to pursue finding out who the person was and I told them I did but that's all I ever heard from them. Honestly, and I'm pretty much 95% right, whoever broke into my house had something to do with my mother's boyfriend at the time. I'm not going to say he was into anything illegal, but he used to be, and he was a VERY well-known guy for having money. So I'm assuming whoever it was was looking for that because they knew his girlfriend lived there. And my mother's boyfriend came home when the police was there too cause my mother called him hysterical when she found out. I do know that about 3 months later, he told me that he hoped I didn't have any complexes about what happened cause he can assure me 'it will never happen again'. I didn't and ironically enough, I got over that incident pretty quick. We got new locks and a security system after that. I'm willing to be whoever did it, street justice was served and I'm honestly cool with that.

That was incredibly N. Yeah, from the sounds of it the guy didn't break in to rob you, but instead was looking for something specific. What did your mom have to say about this, did she ever get clued in that this intrusion was possibly related to the guy she was seeing?

I wish somebody would....

Marc™ wrote:

I wish somebody would....

Careful for what you wish for.

My house has never been broken into but my brothers place was. He heard the noise the robber was making and went to go see. Even though he stopped the robbery and none of his property was stolen, my bro wound up needing stitches because the robber had a knife and sliced his hand before he ran off.

I've never had my house broken into, just some stuff stolen out of my shed a few years ago. I try to keep my doors locked at night since there have been people running through my back yard a few times (they jumped over the fences trying to get away from someone).