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One time, I believe 1968, my wife called me at work and said someone was in the house. She was upstairs in the bedroom and could hear someone downstairs.
I heard a click on the phone, figured he/she picked up the downstairs extension, so I told her to get the shotgun out of the closet, it was loaded, and just point it down the stairs and fire if anyone tried to come up.
I heard another click, then my wife said she heard the front door open.
I called the police on another phone and they came quickly but didn't find anyone. The front door was open when they arrived.
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