Heroin addict tries to break into my house and I take my dads baseball bat to him

I live in a small, semi-detached house with a garden that is separated by a small fence. The wall that separates our two houses is quite tall and you can only see the top of each others fence and the tops of both houses. On this day I am sitting in my garden, sunbathing and reading a book. There is a person that is walking towards my house from the main road and once this person is closer, I can tell that this person is a heroin addict, or a crack addict, or possibly someone that is just homeless. Either way this guy was a few sandwiches short of a picnic, as the saying goes. He looks like a person that you would cross the road for. He looks like a person that you wouldn’t trust to watch your cat. He looks like a person that you would give a pound to and then you would watch him buy drugs with that pound. He is dressed in rags and has long grey, curly hair and he is walking towards my house. My dad had left for work and my mum was in the kitchen making herself a cup of tea. She was the first to spot him and she yells at me to get inside.<br><br>I get inside and she asks me to go get the baseball bat that my dad bought recently. He bought this baseball bat because we have had issues with homelessness in the area ever since lockdown has been put in place. We’ve had people knock on our door looking to buy drugs, but they say they’re looking for a different address. There was a story about a crack addict that broke into someone’s house just a few streets away. The crack addict that broke in, stole the residents cat and then they found the cats head in a bush in an alley way just down the road. They couldn’t prove that it was the crack addict that did it but it did happen just after this person broke in. Anyway, I get the baseball bat and I’m looking through the window over the front door and I can see crackhead is getting closer and closer. He looks down at the floor while he’s walking and he’s swaying a little bit so I immediately assume that he’s on something.<br><br>He gets to my front door and tries the door handle. It’s locked and he looks up at the camera that is above the door. This is a motion sensing camera and I heard a ding coming from the television in the front room to let us know that somebody is standing at the door. This camera is also a Wi-Fi camera and my dad and I have the app on our phones, so my dad gets a notification whenever somebody is at the door. He can also see this person standing outside my front door and he gets in touch with me via text to let me know that he is on the way home and to not let this person in the house. I tell my mum this and she says, “No shit Sherlock”. Anyway, this crackhead is looking up at the camera and I can tell that he knows that we are in the house because we have three motion sensing lights in different places around the outside of the house and all the lights are lit up.<br><br>He then proceeds to walk down the path towards the garden and I assume that he is going to try and break in that way, but he doesn’t do that, he walks up to the wall that is separating my house from next-door and he starts to climb over this wall. This part gets a little confusing for me and I’m not sure what this crackheads intentions are. Am I going to get cracked in the head? Am I going to get cracked off? Am I going to be invited to an all crackhead party? I have no idea what this crackhead is going to do. Either way I’m holding onto my dads baseball bat, ready to take a swing at him. He gets over the fence and he is in my garden now and he is just walking around and I can see that he is completely wasted so I’m not sure if he is even aware that he is in a different garden now. Maybe he thinks he’s still in his own garden.<br><br>At this point I’m not sure if I’m going to hit this crackhead or not. If he’s just walking around my garden and he’s so wasted that he doesn’t even know what he’s doing, I don’t feel like he is an immediate threat. He is walking towards my back door and he tries the handle of the back door. The back door is also locked and he doesn’t seem to be surprised by this. He looks around the garden and he doesn’t see me standing there with my dads baseball bat. He doesn’t see me at all. He looks around the garden for a second and he then proceeds to walk to the fence that separates my garden from the garden next to mine. He starts to climb this fence and gets over the fence and is now in the next garden. This was very confusing to me so I thought that this crackhead must have meant to go into this garden the whole time.<br><br>He wasn’t looking to break into my house. He wasn’t looking to crack me over the head. I feel a little bad at this point because I’m still holding the baseball bat and I feel a little paranoid and a little tense. I feel a little bad that this crackheads intentions weren’t malicious, he simply doesn’t know what the fuck is going on. I go inside the house and I show my mum the footage from the camera on my phone. She has no idea what he was doing. We look out the window and we can see that he is now climbing into the garden that is two gardens down from mine. The fence between our gardens and the next garden are quite tall and you can only see the top of each others fence and the tops of each others houses. The fence that is between our garden and the garden that is two gardens down is a much smaller fence. Its probably around 5ft tall.<br><br>I can see over this fence from my garden, looking into the garden that is two down from mine. I look over the fence and I can see that there is an old couple sitting down in their garden. I can see this crackhead climbing into their garden and the old couple don’t seem to notice. I yell over the fence and I let them know that there is a crackhead about to walk up to them. The woman stands up and I can see the crackhead walking up to them. She stands up and she’s a big woman, she’s not fat but she’s a big woman. She’s tall and she’s strong and I can tell that she’s not going to take any shit from this crackhead. The crackhead gets to them and I can see that he has a plastic container and the crackhead is trying to give them the plastic container. The crackhead is trying to give them something and he’s not trying to hurt them it doesn’t seem like.<br><br>I’m still holding the baseball bat and I’m not going to take any chances, but I feel a little better that this crackhead isn’t being violent. The woman cracks the crackhead over the head with a garden cane and he falls to the floor. The crackhead gets back over the fence and into my garden and the woman yells at me to call the Police. As the crackhead is getting over the fence I crack the crackhead over the head with my dads baseball bat. I don’t crack him hard. I wasn’t looking to crack his head open. I cracked him with enough force to let him know not to come back. I cracked him hard enough to leave a crack in his head. I cracked him hard enough to give him a headache. I cracked him hard enough to crack a smile.<br><br>The crackhead falls to the floor and gets back over the fence and into the garden that is two down from mine and the crackhead is now looking for the old couple. The crackhead is walking through their garden looking for them and the crackhead doesn’t seem to notice the crack on his head. He’s still looking around the garden for the old couple and the crackhead is looking confused. The crackhead is looking dazed. The crackhead is looking cracked out. After a while of looking the crackhead leaves the garden and walks down the path away from my house. I don’t see the crackhead again and the Police never turn up. I assume the crackhead went to crack open a cold one and let out a shit. The crackhead is now my problem because the crackhead cracked and now I cracked him back. I guess you could say that we both cracked under the pressure.