June 23, 2013 Sunday, I had had a few beers and had gone to bed early because I had to be up for work at 4:30 AM.
I've been stay with my sister for a few months now as it's closer to work. At 10:30 PM the restroom called, and then I fell back to sleep. At 11:00 PM I was awaken by my sister's blood curdling scream. She seemed to be scream for a long time and was calling my name, "POLO, POLO!" (that's what my family calls me)I jumped out of bed in my boxer brief and out of the bedroom. My sister's room is just outside mine to the left caddy corner, at the top of the stairs. Thinking she and her live in boyfriend may have been fight, I stood at the top of the stairs and looked down at the two of them at the bottom of the stairs.
Still half asleep, trying to figure what whats going on. I saw my sisters BF holding by the shoulders shaking her say, "Crazy lady, there's no one in your room, you're having a nightmare". She's still yelling at the top of her lungs, and as soon as I hear her shriek, "There's a man in my room". I look to my left into her room as a young Mexican man about 6' tall and slim walk out totally nude. I'm taken aback and time seemed to slow down as I tried to assimilate the whole thing. I see broken glass and the sliding glass door to the balcony broken. He casually looks at me then down the stairs as if to see what all the yelling is about. And if as it finally registers I yell, "What the F$#@! What the F$#@ are you doing here! Get the F$#@ out! He then proceed to take a swing at me, which I duck by pulling back. I then punch him and he runs back into the bedroom, trying to pick up a long shiny silver weapon. I immediately jump on him pushing down before he can bring it up. Just then my sisters BF comes into the room with a golf club he had been holding as he watched golf on TV. Yells at me, "Move Polo, I going to hit the MF. As he takes a swing I shout, "I'm going to get my gun!" That's all it took to get him to run into the night.
Fortunately or unfortunately, living in Temple City, I felt safe enough to keep my pistol locked and unloaded, so it took me awhile to unlock it and load it. BF kept yell for me to hurry up, and fearing he was in danger I just grabbed a ball peen hammer and ran back into the room. That's when he informed me the intruder was gone.
My sister was traumatized, but had called the police(sheriffs) It took them two hours to finally come to the apartment to take a report, because others had called them earlier and after the incident. He had broken into a neighbor's across the street. He was apprehended that night.
Now I said it was fortunate or unfortunate that my weapon wasn't ready for use. That's because after the incident there was time for thinking of all the ramifications of what may have happened if I had shot him. Also the fact that the incident made both my sister and me think of Richard Ramirez, The Night Stalker.
What made my sister aware of this man's presents? It was her cat. The cat knew someone was on the balcony, and keep looking at the sliding glass doors. She then jumped off the bed and split the vertical bind open with her head. My sister got up to see what she was looking at, and saw the naked man just lying down by the doors. Must of been waiting for her to fall asleep, she was reading. Maybe thought she lived alone as her BF was downstairs watching TV. Who know what could of happen if she had falling asleep. What with be sleeping off a few beers, what might have happened to us all.
That's one night I will never forget.
I tell you one thing, my pistol is now alway loaded and within reach. This was this nut jobs second arrest for the same thing. He was just deported the first time and who know what they will do with him this time. But if he decides to return, I'm shooting first and worry about ramification later.
Some have asked me why didn't I hold him for the police. One he was naked, two there was broken glass everywhere. I wasn't about to wrestle a naked man on top of broken glass in by briefs. Three, I just wanted him out of the house. Maybe if I had had my weapon ready and he put up his hands, I may have held him at gunpoint for the police. But whos to say how he would have reacted. May have lunged at me.