I went out with some friends and had more drinks than I planned and then got dropped off around 2 a.m. I live in a townhouse complex where all the units look basically the same and being slightly drunk with the lights low definitely didn’t help at all. I confidently walked up to what I thought was my front door. It was already open a crack which didn’t seem that weird in the moment (I figured maybe I forgot to close it fully before going out or something), so I just went in like I owned the place.
Well a few seconds later I heard footsteps coming down from upstairs. My heart dropped when I saw my neighbor (he) who was shirtless and pretty much half asleep while also holding a gun in his hand. We looked at each other straight into the eyes and after about two very tense seconds he recognized me and just started laughing out loud (today when I talked to him he said that he laughed because he could smell the alcohol in me and knew I was drunk). He is a very very good neighbor and I knew he’d be super chill about it like he even walked me back to my place like I was a drunk toddler who wandered off. I apologized about ten times and told him I owed him a bbq and I promised it wouldn’t happen again.
TL;DR: I fucked up by almost getting shot because I went to my neighbor’s house while being drunk. Also, quick tip: if u don’t want me to enter your house at the middle of the night please lock your doors thanks