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This happened when both me and my friend Jay were 15. I was spending the night at his house, as I often did. It was a normal enough night, we watched movies, played a couple video games, and stayed up way too late. It was about 2 am, I think when we heard a loud banging coming from the front door. Luckily at the time we were in his kitchen, at the back of the house, so no one could see us. We were spooked because there shouldn't have been anyone at the door at this hour, but we figured it was just some drunk person and they'd go away soon enough. After 30 seconds there was more banging on the door and yelling that niether of us could understand. It sounded like an adult man, and he sounded angry so we were both scared. He texted his mom, who we thought was upstairs, but she said that she had left a bit before without saying anything. She did that often enough, she liked to go to her friends house in the middle of the night, so we didn't pay any attention or notice when she left. We didn't know what to do, as we were scared to call the police based off past experiences with cops in our small town being not the best. At this point we turned off the kitchen light and we're ducked down on the ground. We heard the banging and yelling getting louder and I decided to see who it was, if it was anyone we knew. I army crawled through the dining room, which was also dark and peaked through the door to the living room, which is where the front door was. There is also a huge window by the door that you can see right into the dining room through so I was very careful not to be seen. I couldn't see any details of the man but he looked to be about six feet tall and had gray hair. I crawled back to Jay and we quietly decided what to do. We heard the knowing stop so we decided to wait a bit before seeing if it was safe. We also decided to go under the table in the dining room in case he tried to come around back, which is where the kitchen was. After around ten minutes of silence we rock paper scissored for who had to check if he was there and of course I lost. So I again army crawl to the dining room door. I saw the man staring through the window, hands cupped against the glass I made eye contact with him the moment he saw me, and I loudly said "Shit", causing my friend to panic and crawl behind me. I saw him pull out his phone, he told me later that he was texting his mom to come home and save us. The man started telling again, and this time we could make out a bit more of what he said. It was mostly cussing, although I definitely heard the phrase "I'm going to kill you" in there a couple times. I quickly looked past the man to see if any of the neighbors seemed to notice him, but no luck. I crawl back out of his sight and again discuss what to do with my friend. We decide to go into the basement for safety, which you could get to by moving the fridge. (Confusing house, I know, but it was really old and not meant for modren sized appliances) We pull out the fridge and get into the basement, feeling mostly safe but still terrified. I start having a panic attack, although I'm trying to hold it together best I can for Jay, who is also on the verge of a panic attack. We hear a gun shot and shattering glass from above us, and I cover my mouth so I don't scream. Jay and I look at eachother, terrified. We hear loud footsteps and yelling above us, the man asking where we went. We hear him going upstairs and run around up there for a bit. He eventually comes back down and starts turning over furniture, I'm assuming to find us. After what felt like hours but was probably only minutes Jay's mom pulls into the driveway, which scares the guy as he runs out the back door in the kitchen. Jay and I get out of the basement and run to greet his mom, never happier to see her. She was shocked by the state of the house and hugged us, happy that we we're safe and scared by how close we were to being hurt. We all were scared after that. After that night they had better security installed, and we went over safety protocol if anything ever happened again. Luckily it hasn't happened again yet, although when I go to his house I'm still scared. We never called the police because we knrw there wasn't much they could even do. Just cleaned up and moved on.