Unfiltered Story #352666

(A little context for this story My roommate has a really bad habit of bringing her friends over to our place without telling me and I’ve been known to be both a little bit jumpy and violent)

I was in my room alone in my apartment and I heard a noise that sounded a lot like footsteps I get nervous thinking we’re being robbed so I grab my gun out of my closet and I don’t mean a hand gun I keep a 22 gauge rifle in my closet (It was a gift from my dad when he heard I was moving to the city from my rural hometown because and I quote “I want my baby girl to stay safe”) and I go to investigate I hear steps coming around the corner and I turn to point my gun In another girls face my roommate is behind her

Roommate: What the hell (my name)

Me: *annoyed because surprise guests have happened before* There’s this thing it’s called texting

Other girl:can you get the gun out of my face

She always made sure to tell me about guests after that