Self Defense Shooting
I guess ill open up about it a bit since someone asked about my last self post. I had a break in years back while I was renting a home. The man was in a drug induced psychosis and was actively trying to kill me. He had previously beaten his girlfriend with a mallet and she escaped to the nearest fire station and got help. He then proceeded to remove all his clothed (he was covered in blood btw) and came to my home completely nude and screaming about how he was the "savior". I guess he walked around my house for a minute (I did not see him) Then opened an unlocked door (lock your doors folks) and my Great Dane immediately started biting at him. I heard the commotion from my bedroom and grabbed my pistol and ran into the kitchen where he had come in through the back door. He locked eyes (actually soulless crazy eyes) on me and started bolting towards me. I put my weapon on the table as I saw he had none and we began to fight on the ground. I was much stronger than him but he began to reach for my gun while I was trying to subdue him and as I was attempting to move the gun away from him he wiggled out of my grasp and I started firing while I laid on the ground and he was standing above me. He was hit multiple times. The cops arrived after a few minutes (I called them. Apparently a neighbor had called them before after seeing the bloody nude man outside). I had put my weapon on a table and told them exactly what happened. Luckily I had two indoor cameras. One facing the front room and hallway and one facing the kitchen/backdoor. I was taken to the police station but I was not incarcerated and was found to have acted in self defense. I say this to tell you that I love true crime. I have loved it since I was a kid. But actually taking a human life is not fun. It gives you terrible nightmares no matter how "fucked up" you think you are. I met that mans father after. He came to my home and he apologized for his son. I apologized for taking his troubled son away from him. We cried. It was not pleasant. I still carry an immense amount of guilt for what I've done. I should have found another way but in the moment I felt my life was at risk. True crime, murderers, mass killers, cults, etc. are wildly interesting to me still and always will be. But actually living with taking a life and seeing that impact on the poor guys dad will haunt me for the rest of my life. Anyway just figured Id tell the story since someone DM'd me and asked. Thanks for reading if you got this far and didnt TLDR










