Absolutely and more than one time. I live in Detroit. lol
Some years ago I had moved out of my parents’ house, and decided I was going to live large, and live alone. I moved into a studio apartment above a
commercial building. Dearborn/Detroit border. It was really a cool place.
Beautiful hardwood floors, 5 bedrooms, 14 foot ceilings, basically a young man’s dream bachelor pad. I had purchase the property cheap and
renovated it to my liking. The reason it was cheap was the area was a bit sketchy, but was still viable for real estate investments.
There was a separate entrance/door to my stairwell from the main street. I decided to install a motion detector lighting system, in the stairwell
one directly at the bottom landing, and the second directly at the top, so I wouldn't ever have to search for light switches in the dark. There was
2nd doorway with leaded glass, at the top of the stairs, which led into my main living area where I had my sofas and TV.
One summer night I was relaxing in the living area watching TV, windows opened with a gentle Michigan summer breeze to cool the place down. It was
about 2am, so there was no road traffic outside, and it was quiet for sure.
My 2nd door entrance to my apartment was closed and secured.
As I sat watching my movie, I noticed one of my motion lights had come on. The first thought that popped into my head was “Did I leave the main
door open, or closed? F##k!”
Anyhow the light stayed on for about 60 seconds and then turned off, so I thought well maybe just a glitch. ( A brief sigh of relief )
As I returned to watching my movie a few minutes later the light came back on, and I heard fairly loud footsteps coming up the stairwell. Hearing
footsteps was really easy, because solid oak steps surrounded by wet plaster walls sound echoed like you wouldn't believe.
My adrenaline went into overdrive, and my heart was pounding out of my chest.
I leaped from my coach, sprinted to my bedroom and immediately grab my Remington 870 with the 18 inch barrel. Whoever it was heard me running because
my apartment had all oak floors, so they knew someone was home now.
I cautiously came back to my living area and approached my 2nd floor doorway, peered through the glass and saw no one. I slowly opened my door and
left the safety chain on. Unfortunately the stairwell was an L-Shape, so it had a landing about halfway, and then continued on down to the main
landing/doorway. I could only see part of the way down. My thoughts were racing at this point.
The lights were still on and I knew that someone or more than one was there. Even though I was on high alert I had to make sure it wasn't my family
members, or friends, so I yelled down the stairwell.
Me: “Who’s there?” about a 20 second delay then…….I get a response
Them: A loud deep voice “I need help my car broke down outside”
Me: quickly glance out front window Facing Street, No car. “ F##K “ I thought, then I proceeded to open my apartment door, and then rack the
first round of 000 buck shot into chamber, making damn sure they heard it.
Them: (Sounds of two maybe three people running/ tripping over themselves trying to get down remainder of the steps, main door flies open) I waited
to round the corner, but saw only the opened door.
Me: Immediately call police, they show up within minutes, take report and tell me there have been a number of burglaries in the area while people
Two weeks later they found someone with their throat cut about 2 blocks away.
Needless to say I moved out a few weeks later.
On a positive note I did make a profit on the building.
edit on 4-6-2014 by Realtruth because: (no reason given)