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Wow, some of the members' stories are really scary. I lived in (supposedly) the most dangerous place in Los Angeles for three years, and never had a problem - thank goodness. But I was super paranoid, because the worst thing to happen to me, was that a bad man tried to break into our house once when my mom and I were alone - no kidding! I was in highschool. My dad was working the night shift. About a half hour after he left to go to work (11:30 PM) our golden retriever on the back porch started barking. I woke my mom up to tell her what I was doing, and then went downstairs to let the dog in. I got to the back french doors when I noticed my dog wasn't trying to get in - she was facing the stairs to the porch, hackles raised and growling (which was wierd, because she was a super nice dog). Then I followed her line of sight and saw a man crouched on the stairs, wearing a hooded sweatshirt. So I turned and ran back upstairs, grabbed the phone, and my mom and I locked ourselves in her bedroom to call 911. Well, he couldn't get to the French doors, thanks to Maggie, but he went to another part of the porch she couldn't reach and started slamming on the door there, walking back and forth, back and forth, trying to find a way to get in. He didn't leave until the police came, and after the police left and we brought Maggie in, he came back again! Luckily, my dad came home soon and the man left for good. I know he was a serial offender because a week or so after it happened, they had a item on the news about him with a sketch - hooded sweatshirt and all - and mentioned he had attacked, or attempted to attack, several other women in our area. I was so thankful for our dog! I'd have never thought she could do that. I also thought it was weird he knew to come right after my dad had left for the night shift so we'd be alone - he had to have been watching the house for a while to know our schedule.[/QB]
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