LIFE OR DEATH
Bam, bam! These sounds were coming from the front door. I felt the other side of the bed and John was not there. I heard loud cursing coming from the front door. I slipped into the next bedroom, pulled out my daddy’s shotgun, loaded it, and did not actually know why. The pistol was in a room by the door where the sounds were coming from. It was so scary that I was simply following the drive to protect my husband, who had nothing to protect himself with against what sounds like several people. I... Sign in to see full entry.