Sure enough, the alarm did go back on, 20 minutes later. Again, no code. So I disarmed it and grabbed our revolver. Ummm.....shouldn't I have let the alarm call the police? Maybe, but with no code there was a chance it was something else.
We have codes for each motion sensor and each door. Our security system will also alert if our phone line goes out. I had to make a judgement call. Our usual drill involves me getting the gun, securing the upstairs, and evacuating the children. But at 4am, with no obvious sounds of intruders, I decided it was best to check out the other options. Our security system is set to detect high Carbon monoxide levels, low temps (so pipes don't freeze....gotta love the north!), and sump pump overload. I was hedging my bets that it was one of these.
But either way, I grabbed our gun, loaded the clip, and cocked a bullet into the chamber. I then proceeded downstairs to clear all the doors, windows and rooms. My husband has trained me to make it around corners and shoot at first sight.
We really run drills. Since I'm home alone most nights, it's all on me. He always plays the perpetrator. He sounds the alarm, and I rush to get our gun loaded and ready to fire. If I'm too slow, he gets me. If I make a mistake on the way out of our room, he gets me.
We run the drills over and over again. Until I make it out alive. Then I evacuate the kids. All the while, he is hot on my trail. We use our real gun for all these drills (with an empty clip and chamber). I have to really shoot him when I see him. Sometimes he grabs me and fights for the gun. In all cases, he gets shot. It's scary. But for nights like last night, it has proved useful.
So I went downstairs and went in and out of rooms. I worked my way in a circle and checked in every room and corner. Then I saw a face.
It was my reflection in the bathroom mirror. Phew. But do I really look that bad at 4am? Focus! I cleared the lower level and had only the basement left to clear.
This is when I called my husband. And luckily he picked up the phone. I let him know what was going on and told him I was heading to the basement. The basement is the most likely point of entry, and also the best hiding spot for an intruder. It's dark, secluded, and would give them the better vantage point (in a shoot out).
I decided to check the doors and windows from outside first. They didn't seem to be breached. But he could have relocked it from the inside. There was nothing left to do, but head down there. I had 16 hollow point bullets in my clip and 16 at my side. If this was going to happen, it was going to happen.
I opened the basement door from the side and stood back. Then I flipped on the lights and headed downstairs, my laser sight helping to lead the way. When I reached the bottom, I quickly flipped on more lights and cleared the right side. Then I flipped on more lights and checked out every nook and cranny. Nobody! Thank goodness!
But what was triggering the alarm? It's too warm to be a temperature issue. The phone was fine. Maybe we were all being poisoned by carbon monoxide, but I don't think so. If we were, I probably would have been able to sleep.... So that left the sump pump. It wasn't overrunning with water, but I wasn't in any mood to open it up in the middle of the night.
I will open it today and take a look. It was raining in the early part of the evening and it was running. As you can guess, since I was in pure fight mode at 4am, there was no additional sleep. That's enough to make me cry, but I'm so glad nothing happened. I guess I just got some extra practice. Let's hope we never actually have to use it. And that the night time activity finally comes to an end!
By the way, the picture is not our gun. This is one of my son's toys. I know, I know...violent toys are bad!