August 15, 2014
Last night around midnight I heard a thump...Luke [my Springer] and I looked at one another...then he laid his head back down and I went back to watching a movie. Then there was another thump this time much louder.
My gut told me something was wrong I stood up walked into my bedroom picked up my handgun; walked back into the living room and picked up the phone receiver. I turned to walk toward the side entry door when the first BANG hit the door. My heart stopped...I shouted, WHO IS THERE?...No answer another bang against my door...I repeated more loudly, WHO IS THERE? Again no answer and the bangs began one after another becoming harder and harder in succession as my adrenaline level escalated to the speed of light.
I realized someone was attempting to break into my home with me standing there screaming at them. I quickly dialed 9-1-1 as I yelled I HAVE A GUN! Then the first vocal reply I had heard since the shoulder bumping against the door began~I HAVE A GUN TOO! ~OMG!
I began to shake uncontrollably... with the phone receiver in one hand and my gun aimed at the door [which was jarring and shaking with each shoulder bump] I told the police dispatcher my name and address and the situation and begging I said please, please get someone here quickly because if he enters I am going to have to shoot him!
The banging slowed for a moment and I could hear conversation at this point I said to the dispatcher, Oh my god, there are two men; please hurry, please...there are two men. I backed up so I could view both the kitchen door and the side door fearing that one would move to the kitchen door. Then the banging started again...I asked the dispatcher please do not make me shoot anyone...he replied ma'am I'm not making you do anything...I relied sir if someone does not get here soon I am not going to have no choice and I truly do not want to harm anyone.
He assured me that the police were almost there...at that very moment I saw headlights but the guy is still shoulder butting the door?? I hear the policeman telling him to get away from the door, and he would not comply...again in a louder voice he demands that the guy closes the storm door and move away from the door and put his hands on his head. Another police unit pulls up and joins the other officer and at this time the guy finally moves away from the door and they handcuffed him.
The officer knocks on the door and identifies himself and assures me it is safe to open the door and asks if I can identify the man; I said no..and the I asked where is the other man. The officer says, yes the dispatcher said there were two...I replied I heard two distinctly different voices and they were having a conversation and they were overlapping one another? He asked if I would fill out a statement and I said YES he terrified me even when I told him I was armed he continued to try and make entry into my home!
They put him in the squad car and when the officer came back he said you're not going to believe this, He is in the squad car cussing at himself in one voice and trying to calm himself down in a completely different voice! I said, What? I continued, No way! The voices I heard were over lapping one another even a ventriloquist cannot do that; I am certain there were two separate males on the porch before you got here. They were talking softly I could not make out what the content of the conversation but I am certain of one thing it was two distinctly different male voices!!
I filled out the statement and for the remainder of the night they patrolled the area every 20 minutes passing my house shining the spot light all around the perimeter....needless to say I did not get any sleep.
I have never been terrified in my 58 years...sadly now I know the depth of Justin's fear the day that spawn of satan terrorized him and his friends at 8809. I am so angry now that I know the depth of terror he caused my son and his friends. He had no right to do what he did, he had no right to enter Justin's home, he had no right to chose to harm Justin and leave behind so much collateral damage. He is exactly where he belongs and should have been in 2009 so Justin could still be here with us.
Do I feel safe...not anymore. Am I frightened HELL YES...will I shoot if this ever happens again YES.
Justin's [I feel violated] momma
Last night around midnight I heard a thump...Luke [my Springer] and I looked at one another...then he laid his head back down and I went back to watching a movie. Then there was another thump this time much louder.
My gut told me something was wrong I stood up walked into my bedroom picked up my handgun; walked back into the living room and picked up the phone receiver. I turned to walk toward the side entry door when the first BANG hit the door. My heart stopped...I shouted, WHO IS THERE?...No answer another bang against my door...I repeated more loudly, WHO IS THERE? Again no answer and the bangs began one after another becoming harder and harder in succession as my adrenaline level escalated to the speed of light.
I realized someone was attempting to break into my home with me standing there screaming at them. I quickly dialed 9-1-1 as I yelled I HAVE A GUN! Then the first vocal reply I had heard since the shoulder bumping against the door began~I HAVE A GUN TOO! ~OMG!
I began to shake uncontrollably... with the phone receiver in one hand and my gun aimed at the door [which was jarring and shaking with each shoulder bump] I told the police dispatcher my name and address and the situation and begging I said please, please get someone here quickly because if he enters I am going to have to shoot him!
The banging slowed for a moment and I could hear conversation at this point I said to the dispatcher, Oh my god, there are two men; please hurry, please...there are two men. I backed up so I could view both the kitchen door and the side door fearing that one would move to the kitchen door. Then the banging started again...I asked the dispatcher please do not make me shoot anyone...he replied ma'am I'm not making you do anything...I relied sir if someone does not get here soon I am not going to have no choice and I truly do not want to harm anyone.
He assured me that the police were almost there...at that very moment I saw headlights but the guy is still shoulder butting the door?? I hear the policeman telling him to get away from the door, and he would not comply...again in a louder voice he demands that the guy closes the storm door and move away from the door and put his hands on his head. Another police unit pulls up and joins the other officer and at this time the guy finally moves away from the door and they handcuffed him.
The officer knocks on the door and identifies himself and assures me it is safe to open the door and asks if I can identify the man; I said no..and the I asked where is the other man. The officer says, yes the dispatcher said there were two...I replied I heard two distinctly different voices and they were having a conversation and they were overlapping one another? He asked if I would fill out a statement and I said YES he terrified me even when I told him I was armed he continued to try and make entry into my home!
They put him in the squad car and when the officer came back he said you're not going to believe this, He is in the squad car cussing at himself in one voice and trying to calm himself down in a completely different voice! I said, What? I continued, No way! The voices I heard were over lapping one another even a ventriloquist cannot do that; I am certain there were two separate males on the porch before you got here. They were talking softly I could not make out what the content of the conversation but I am certain of one thing it was two distinctly different male voices!!
I filled out the statement and for the remainder of the night they patrolled the area every 20 minutes passing my house shining the spot light all around the perimeter....needless to say I did not get any sleep.
I have never been terrified in my 58 years...sadly now I know the depth of Justin's fear the day that spawn of satan terrorized him and his friends at 8809. I am so angry now that I know the depth of terror he caused my son and his friends. He had no right to do what he did, he had no right to enter Justin's home, he had no right to chose to harm Justin and leave behind so much collateral damage. He is exactly where he belongs and should have been in 2009 so Justin could still be here with us.
Do I feel safe...not anymore. Am I frightened HELL YES...will I shoot if this ever happens again YES.
Justin's [I feel violated] momma
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