Night_Intruder

Running head: THE NIGHT INTRUDER The Night Intruder University Of Phoenix Introduction To Effective Written Communication COMM 105 William Battaglia March 06, 2009 The Night Intruder It was late at night and I was home all alone. It had been a quiet night, but for some odd reason I couldn’t sleep. During this restless night, I heard a bump in the kitchen. At first I disregarded it, thinking it may be just the wind. But there it was again, I heard something. I shook with fear as I heard footsteps outside my bedroom. Very quietly I took steps towards my bedroom door to make sure that the door was locked. Carefully taking the key out of the door, I silently walked back to my bed and rolled under my blanket. I was very scared, my pulse was racing and I couldn’t think of what to do. I slowly pulled the blanket over my head, shivering with fear I held onto the bedroom keys very tightly. I didn’t know if I should call 911 or just lay in my bed, hoping whatever it is will go away. Then something came to mind, I realized I had a nine millimeter Smith and Wesson hand gun in my night stand. I very quietly took it out, removed the trigger lock, and retrieved the bullets from the drawer. I didn’t want to create a situation that wasn’t necessary. I slid back under my blanket, holding onto the gun and the key and hoping the intruder will take what they want and leave. The footsteps faded down the hallway, then it grew louder coming towards me. My bladder almost let go. I was shocked as the intruder tried to open my door, but luckily I locked it. Then he kicked the door, I felt danger all around me. Then there was another bang on the door. The time had come; I rose from my bed and aimed my gun at the door. I promised myself that I will fire my gun the very moment the door pops open. Sitting on my bed, I silently waited for the intruder to force himself into my room. Then I heard a voice. Someone spoke in a foreign language, but I did learn that there was more than just one person outside. I had two options. I could either call 911 or fire my gun in the air to create a sense of fear for my visitors. Then suddenly I heard something break, and without a second thought I fired the gun into the ceiling. A loud voice said “someone’s home” and I heard them run away from me, then the main door close. By this time my neighbor had called the cops because he heard the gun shot. I quickly grabbed the keys, unlocked the door and walked outside just to find a group of people and the police standing outside my house. I told the police what had happened and the reason the shot was fired. They did a police report, checked my house for fingerprints and asked to verify my firearms license. I was asked to check and see if there were things missing. Even though nothing was stolen from my house that night, it was the worst fear and danger I ever experienced.