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We shifted in the new neighborhood just days back. I’m 15, and I was playing some video games before passing out. It was about, say, 11PM, when I heard the doorbell ring. Out of instinct, I began walking downstairs, but about halfway there rationality came to mind.
“Who the f&%k rings a doorbell at 11PM?”
I silently strode back upstairs and stood in the hall, kinda expecting something bad to happen. An exact minute later, it rings twice. My parents began to leave their room, and give me a quizzical look, and all I had to respond was a shrug.
Then he starts banging on the door. My mother jumped at the first bang, and my father’s eyes widened, but more in confusion than fear. He decided to go downstairs and peep through the view hole.
It was our neighbor.
My dad hesitantly opened the door, and I could hear my fathers voice tremble slightly. “Hey, what do you need?” Next thing I hear is an entire full blown scream argument from our neighbor, claiming that this household was his, and we stole it from him. My fathers uneasiness was quickly replaced with annoyance, and he simply shut the door without giving our neighbor the time of day.
My dad stepped on the first step going up the stairwell when our neighbor first hit the door. I’m not talking banging with a fist, this man was full body slamming it. My father was stunned for a second, and my neighbor charged the door again. This time, we began to hear the splintering of wood. Everyone reacted at once. My father went to brace the door with his body, my mother went to go get the other two kids, and I went for 911.
The body slamming ensued for another 5 minutes, and while I was on the phone with 911, it stopped. I thought it was over, and I was relieved. But I’m still stuck on the phone.
I went to peek out the front window of my house, and boy, was it only getting started.
Our neighbor took his Audi and simply directed it straight at our house. We had zero clue what he was doing, until he hit the gas and we heard the squealing of tires, then he immediately hit the brakes. He was trying to scare us out of the house.
I was still on the phone with 911, and I stepped away from the window to comfort my siblings, crack jokes and such. Eventually, police arrived and arrested him.
The next morning, I left for school, still shaken from the night before. I stepped onto our front steps, and saw tire marks leading up to our front door. The lunatic actually nearly rammed our door down with his car.
The whole neighborhood is blaming and calling us unfit to stay, saying the cops have never come here ever and we could have solved it amicably. No one is talking to us repeating that we could just have left the drunk man in peace. I need some advice on if we are wrong?
