(Original post by Wilfred Little)
I got the chills just reading that pal. Kudos for being extra calm and collected and remembering the story and acting accordingly, I think you deserve credit for that.
In the same situation, everyone likes to think they'd become some sort of Rambo and go on a killing spree but the reality is much different. I don't know how I'd react, I think I'd either freeze to the spot in sheer terror or adrenaline would take over and I'd kill. There'd be no middle ground.
I remember when I discovered I'd been burgled before, we had a house fire a month or so prior and we lived in another house temporarily (in another area too) while ours was being repaired, there was not much downstairs but all the bedrooms were pretty much as they were minus clothes.
I had the feeling news would get round that nobody was living in our house and we'd be burgled as we live in a high-crime area, so every Friday night I would come back to the area and check on the house, see my friends, go out for a drink and then we'd come to the house for a bit and they'd leave and I'd sleep over and go back to the temp house on the Saturday morning.
The night I found out we'd been burgled I'd just been dropped off outside my house, at that moment I saw one of my friends and instead of the usual go inside the house we went straight to the pub to meet the others. Everyone went back to their own homes that night and I went to our house to sleep with the intention of going home on Saturday morning.
I got inside (and I hated this part because we had no lights, only working plug sockets so it was pitch black and derelict, scary as hell), went upstairs to get my desk light to plug in and as I turn the key and the handle on my bedroom door, the lock falls off onto the floor and the door opens on it's own and my blood just ran cold. I knew straight away someone had kicked my bedroom door in as I had a lock put on and you can't just open my door without a key.
I was petrified someone was still in there so had to get the light, I turned it on and looked around my bedroom. It had been completely ransacked, everything of worth was gone including my provisional license, NI card, CD collection. Stupidly I had £300 in cash in a drawer which was also taken. Everything had been smashed up and the floor was wet (which can only have been human urine
) and the walls had been graffiti'd. The other bedrooms were a mess too. I just got out the house and had no money or credit on my phone so had to sleep on the street in a quiet cul-de-sac a few roads away until the morning when I got picked up as it was too late to knock any friends' doors to ask for help and way too far to walk to the temp house. One of the worst nights of my life.
It's not even the fact that all my stuff went, the invasion of privacy and lack of respect for your home that the burglars have is much, much worse. You've got to be the lowest of the low to do that, pissing on the floor and vandalising everything just for fun... scumbags.