Personal Essay About Home Invasions

On April 12th, 2016 around 11am, my sense of security was robbed from me, literally. I was home alone, out of school enjoying my spring break, when my home was broken into. That morning, I just happened to be on the phone with my mother, at the same time a stranger pulled up to my house. As he got out his truck and put on a utility vest (posing as a construction worker), I asked my mother if the

My imagination took over my sense of reason because I thought someone was outside as i was home alone but in reality it was my little sister outside knocking. It was on Friday night all of my family went to my aunt’s house around 7pm. I was doing my homework in the living room and the only noise that was in the house my music but it was very low and i was finishing up my homework i kept hearing banging noises. At this point my

Fear of crime, especially random violence and new wave of "superpredators" by young Americans, is among the nation's greatest concerns (Lacayo 28). It has served as the motivation for countless numbers of people to change their lifestyles, take self-defense classes, install home security

Although, the reader has experience a home invasion four years ago but thankfully no one was present during the time. Those robbers did take away valuable items but life is more important than those items that can be easily replaced. It’s sad to see many stories of home invasion since that’s when people want to rest and be worried free. But, today robbers continue to hunt down house to steal valuable items and hurt the homeowners if needed. All we can do is take precaution of all the stories to keep not only our neighborhood safe but the

One night as I was walking back home from work, I heard a scream coming from a nearby house. I did not pay much attention to it until, I started to hear it more often. I was curious about what was going on inside the house, so I approached the house where the scream was coming from. I looked

I arrive at the scene at approximately 11:30am. It appeared to be a white two-story house with entry-level stairs along the right-hand side of the house. As I enter the house I noticed two bodies that were unresponsive, so I immediately follow up with a

It was almost 5 o’clock on a Friday. Mom and Eric had left to pick up his kids, Olivia and Conner. The usually about two hours to pick up the kids and come back since they live in Chicago. My sister, Hunter, was at work until 9:30, so I was home alone for a while. I went to let the my dogs outs. Jim’s dogs were in his backyard. There were two of them and I was frighten of them attacking someone, because they were huge and probably strong. Even though their was a fence serpating my yard and theirs, I still worried about them getting lose. As my dogs ran out into the grass, JIm’s dogs jumped up on the fence. They we so powerful that the fence bend, almost like it was about to snap. Their piercing barks filled the area with sound. I hurried the

Also, Members of the community were affected by this crime (Ness, 2009). Once news of the break-in spread, members of the community feared for their wellbeing, and safety of their property. Children of the community got scared and feared the bad people (Ness, 2009).

I heard soft footsteps coming for my door. Knock, knock. “Come in,” I sighed. My mom opened the door and walked over to my bed. I could smell her sweet perfume, and was overwhelmed with a feeling of content. “Madison, my cell phone is out of minutes for the month and I need to call somebody about an ad on craigslist. It won’t be long, sweetheart.” Tony always paid her phone bill, and they were on the same contract. My feeling of content faded into disappointment. I argued with my mom for a short moment, and soon realized it was not worth it. I handed over my shiny, yet beat up purple flip phone. Mom, looking a little guilty, strolled out of my room. I decided to follow her so that I could help myself to some dinner. Holding my phone in her hand, my mom, almost skipping, made it down the stairs and out the front door in record time. “Why is she going outside to make a phone call?” I asked myself. I searched the fridge and the cupboards for any sign of food that actually looked good to me. I didn’t find anything, so I huffed to myself and turned out of the deserted kitchen and back up the stairs. Instead of going into my dreadfully boring room, I walked into my sister’s room. “Madison, what the hell? Why don’t you ever knock?” Sydnie asked, accusingly. “I’m sorry,” I wasn’t sorry, “I just can’t find anything to eat and I’m bored. And Mom is outside on the phone with some person about something. My phone.” Syd squinted at me with her soft blue eyes through her freshly dyed black hair and her heavy dark eyeliner. She had been busy typing away on the Acer laptop she’d gotten for Christmas months before. She took her eyes off me and focused back onto the screen of her laptop. I stood there in her doorway sluggishly for minutes before she finally lifted herself out of her twin size bed and made her way through her messy room. I can’t remember a time when Sydnie’s room was clean. She

At approximately 4:20 A.M., on the early morning of October 14, 2006, my family and I were awakened by an armed intruder. We were frightened and

It was 2 a.m., and my father, mother, two siblings, and I were headed home after an exhausting night of celebration. My father was driving and decided to use a shortcut to get home. When we were heading through an unknown neighborhood, I noticed something unusual: There were five black trucks parked in the middle of a driveway. As we headed closer, I heard my mother advise my father to turn around, but he did not listen. Then, I noticed that there were people standing in the street, and they were armed. I cried; I could not contain my instant

They attacked. They just barged into my home. In that moment I was vulnerable. I was in absolute fear. Not

On April 12th, 2016, my sense of security was robbed from me, literally. I was home alone, enjoying my spring break, when my home was broken into. That morning, I was on the phone with my mother, when a stranger approached our door wearing a utility vest. She instructed me not to open the door and to stay on the phone until he left. He then walked to the side of the house, and that's when I felt a pit in my stomach. I then called 911. While on the phone with the operator I could hear the sound of a window

Within one second I saw my brother bolt through the hallway and sprint down the stairs. I started to chase after him, trying to help; but then I hesitated. Something felt wrong. Was it because my father was downstairs? Was I scared of him? Why was I not downstairs helping my mother?

My parents rarely read the news due to lack of time, but they knew about this incident because it was close to our home and all my relatives were talking about it. After the article came out, a few days later my parents replaced all locks in our house with more secure ones and installed security cameras, even though the chance of it happening to our house was