SicSemperTyrannis
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At about 3:00 a.m. last night I awoke to what I thought were the screams of a woman: "help me, help me". It was a shrieking, hysterical scream. I then heard what sounded like someone being pushed down the stairs. I was still half-asleep, and this took place in all of 2 seconds, so I waited about 30 seconds then heard more brief screaming, someone yelling "stop it, Brian" and then scuffling. I called 911. I told the dispatcher it was coming from the next building. After hanging up, I realized the next building is pretty vague, especially with several buildings next to mine (I onlyknow my buildings number, so it was hard for me to be more specific).
I threw on some clothes. I then heard banging and screaming, so I moved faster. I was going to put on my Sig .40 pistol, but it takes a lot longer, and I already had a holstered Taurus Magnum .357, so I threw that on and went downstairs. After a very brief wait and only the sounds of someone loudly knocking and begging to get into an apartment, I saw an Henrico officer pull up. I started to tell him the little I knew when a guy ran down the stairs saying "help!". Turns out, he was the screamer who had been the victim of domestic violence and was now trying to get back in his apartment. He was bleeding from abrasions and minor cuts all over his arms and legs (he had been pushed down the stairs by his boyfriend).
When the officer first pulled up he briefly glanced at my gun but never said a word about it. I then asked if he needed me to stick around, and he said he didn't now that the victim was there and he had a location.
I went upstairs to go back to bed. Last I heard, the officer was banging on the door saying "Open up, Henrico Police".
I had no idea we even had gay neighbors in the next building, and my partner laughed and said I was like a gay superhero. I don't know about all that, but it is cool how appreciative he has become of guns (he was born and raised in Orange County, California, where I would have went to prison for leaving myproperty with a gun on my hip)
At about 3:00 a.m. last night I awoke to what I thought were the screams of a woman: "help me, help me". It was a shrieking, hysterical scream. I then heard what sounded like someone being pushed down the stairs. I was still half-asleep, and this took place in all of 2 seconds, so I waited about 30 seconds then heard more brief screaming, someone yelling "stop it, Brian" and then scuffling. I called 911. I told the dispatcher it was coming from the next building. After hanging up, I realized the next building is pretty vague, especially with several buildings next to mine (I onlyknow my buildings number, so it was hard for me to be more specific).
I threw on some clothes. I then heard banging and screaming, so I moved faster. I was going to put on my Sig .40 pistol, but it takes a lot longer, and I already had a holstered Taurus Magnum .357, so I threw that on and went downstairs. After a very brief wait and only the sounds of someone loudly knocking and begging to get into an apartment, I saw an Henrico officer pull up. I started to tell him the little I knew when a guy ran down the stairs saying "help!". Turns out, he was the screamer who had been the victim of domestic violence and was now trying to get back in his apartment. He was bleeding from abrasions and minor cuts all over his arms and legs (he had been pushed down the stairs by his boyfriend).
When the officer first pulled up he briefly glanced at my gun but never said a word about it. I then asked if he needed me to stick around, and he said he didn't now that the victim was there and he had a location.
I went upstairs to go back to bed. Last I heard, the officer was banging on the door saying "Open up, Henrico Police".
I had no idea we even had gay neighbors in the next building, and my partner laughed and said I was like a gay superhero. I don't know about all that, but it is cool how appreciative he has become of guns (he was born and raised in Orange County, California, where I would have went to prison for leaving myproperty with a gun on my hip)