“Get out of my house!” I screamed.

My neighbor had just forced himself in my apartment, although I had secured a chain lock on the door. I was terrified and trapped like a scared animal. I could not escape unless I went out the window. I lived on the 6th floor, so that would have killed me to jump.

This had begun as just an uncomfortable encounter with a guy who lived a couple doors down from me. He was drunk and had decided I should get with him. I told him no, but he just wouldn’t take that for an answer.

I managed to keep a safe distance so he wouldn’t touch me. He kept coming closer,all the while letting fly a stream of obscenities.

I’d had it. I grabbed an iron skillet off the stove and whacked him on the head. Then I called the police.