I live in a good neighborhood in a decent town. Crime is really low, outside of domestic disputes and the occasional stereo theft.

So last night my mum and I have finished watching part one of Reds, a movie from a time when Jack Nicholson, Diane Keaton, and Warren Beatty were gorgeous. It's about the Bolshevik/Communist movement around 1917 or so. We were talking and watching country music videos and commenting on how gorgeous Brad Paisley is. Then we hear a BAM BAM on the porch windows. (my house is situated so the family room is right next to a fully glass porch).

It's 230 in the morning.

My mum thought it was one of the cats slamming his head into the window at a rivaling cat, because they all came ZOOMING out of the porch. I personally thought it was human and shrugged, since we've had a relatively long history of dumbasses hanging around and climbing on our porch.

Well, about 2 minutes later BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM this guy is HAMMERING on the fucking window. No yelling, just hammering. It was SO fucking scary. My mum and I are on the floor on front of the couch, my mum dialing 911 and me screaming and crying and shaking. I call my boyfriend and he thinks I'm getting murdered basically... I thought I was going to die. The hammering doesn't stop. I think, oh god, we can't get outside, the whole back of my house is glass, he'd see us. Say he has a gun, we're fucked. Just a couch between us if he gets in. I thought about getting a sword/knife off the mantlepiece (from spain) and I thought about my martial arts but I knew it would be hopeless.

So suddenly we hear a snap and a crackle. We both scream "OH MY GOD HE BROKE THE GLASS" to the police dispatcher and the beating just stops. This is it, I think. I'm dead. This is so sad. They finally got me. Oh god, Tony's on the phone with me, what if the last thing he hears is a gunshot? Well, I accidentally hung up on him which of course terrified him. Then this creep starts yelling for "Amanda". "COME HERE, WOULD YA? I'M NOT BAD... WHERE THE FUCK'S AMANDA? AMAAANNDDDAAAAAA!!!! BITCH!!! " Yeah, he wanted to kill her.

No amanda lives here. Then he starts hammering on the window again. Cops get there (one lives at the end of my street and two more in the 2 minute surrounding area). THey threaten to shoot/taser him, and he goes after them, they calm him, cuff him... etc.

3 cops got there in the end, the guy was "extremely inebriated" and covered in mud. Huge guy. Recognized his name but we can't figure out how.

This morning we went out back and saw his huge muddy footprints on the deck and his handprints all over the door. Nothing broken, it just sounded like it I guess. We found his cigs and lighter on the deck and realized he'd been standing there, smoking a cig before he thought I was this Amanda person who he was trying to beat up/kill. If the cops hadn't gotten there when they did, he was going to get in. I was beyond hysterical. I was senseless, convinced one of these guys who used to harrass me got jacked on drugs or something and decided to kill me for good. When that glass snapped and the banging stopped, I was convinced I was going to look up and see him looking at me. I called a guy 6 hours away, who could do nothing. All i could do was cry his name over and over like some kind of bereaved mother.
I have never been scared so much in my life.
I have survived being thrown across a road in a tornado before. I thought nothing could top that.
This did.

We have security cams in our backyard, thanks to these ditswads who used to bug us. They did NOT get this guy. How's that for creepy? Makes me wonder how often they've been there.

I've been jumping at shadows all day. A spider landed on me while I was out for a walk with my mum and I almost had a nervous breakdown. I'm just fucking mindblown. I lost it last night. I know the whole thing was random and the guy was drunk but he could easily have hurt us in a drunken rage. He was in a rage man. Another couple minutes and that window would've been gone. Then what?

It's amazing how incredibly vulnerable you are. Even in a good neighborhood.

When will my backyard stop being a nightmare? It's been one since the summer before my freshman year of high school.. that's about 5 years now.