So, the stairwell is equipped with those automatic sensor lights that are supposed to turn on when it detects motion. Well, they must be on the fritz, because when I walked into the stairwell starting on the 3rd floor it was pitch black. I was going down the stairs to the lowest level to get to my car in the garage. So, it only got darker as I descended.
As I was rounding one level to the next, someone jumped out of the shadows behind me and made a screaming sound. Now, if you know my history with my stalker, you'll know that this instantly terrified me and I thought for sure it was him (since he was released from jail last month). It was my natural reaction to defend myself and I instantly turned and kneed the person and then tasered him (yes, I have a taser that I got for self-defense and of course I bring it with me going to the garage!). It was still really dark, but I was quickly realizing the slight outline of the person I just kneed really hard and tasered was that of a very small person. Then I heard sobbing. I wasn't sure what to do, as it was becoming quite clear this person wasn't my stalker, but I still didn't know who it was or why they were screaming at me in a dark stairwell. The only thing I could think to do was to go up to the next level and see if I could prop the door open to get some light in. The only thing I had to wedge in the door was my flip flops, so I did that (leaving me barefoot...ew). Once I got the door open and went back down to see what I could see, I realized it was a small child. Here is where I feel bad. I just beat and tasered a child. It was not intentional and he shouldn't have been in a stairwell scaring people like that! He had crumpled himself up in somewhat of a fetal position against the wall and wouldn't stop crying.
I asked him if he lived there and where, so I could go get his parents or someone to help him. He sniffed a little and said "no, I'll get in trouble". I told him if he was hurt, he needed the help of his parents. Then it gets worse. He said "I peed my pants and I don't want my dad to know." Ugh, feeling really low at this point. He finally squeaked out what unit he lived in and I went to get him help. Luckily, his mom answered the door and I talked to her in the hallway and she came alone to get him. So, at least he didn't have to face his dad with the wet pants.
I feel bad about the fact he was a kid and wet himself, but maybe this will teach him a lesson that you just can't do that! There are some people that may have shot him, stabbed him, or something much worse than tasering him.
This is why I will never have children. They are not worth the trouble they cause!! Ok, well maybe they are, but not for me!
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