Originally Posted by bangman

Yes, and it was extremely scary.
I hear knocking at the door, kind of hard but my buddies used to knock real hard so I didn't think anything of it. I look through the peephole and I see nothing - someone was covering the peephole. I say "Who is it?" they respond "open up" "No." I say, and then I heard some really load banging and I start seeing peices of the wood door break through.

This was back when I lived in my apt 2 or so years ago. I had a crowbar in the kitchen by the door because, I thought, I could be prepared for something like this. See, I was into drugs and people I didn't even know were coming over my apt and hanging out and getting high - very stupid.

I start seeing the door being broken down, and by the time it really kicked in as to what was happening it was way too late. 2 big construction worker guys break right through the door with hammers. I started moving back saying "What do you want?" etc and they just rushed me. One of them got one huge blow to my head and I went down. When I was on the ground they both started just beating the fuck out of me. I crawled to the open door (to the apt corridor) and I managed to crawl out and stand up.

They came out after me, and I didn't even move I was just so fucking scared and I don't know. They came out and I kept asking them what they wanted and to take everthing I don't care. I was crying I was in so much pain, fear and shock.

While I was out there, they both used their hammers against me.
I believe each of them got one solid blow into my face with the hammers. The one, I remember, got right above my eye. My face split open and there was blood everywhere. I couldn't see for a little while (both because of the blow and because I wore glasses which were now thrown somewhere in the apt) I remember blood getting in my eye. The other blow was somewhere on the top of my head I believe.

At this point I'm screaming in pain. A neighboor who lives across the hall opened her door. I thought, wow I'm good now. No. They screamed at her to get the fuck back in the door. She did.

I was basically on the ground a bloody mess at that point.

Eventually they ran off for some reason. I was laying there for a minute or two when that neighboor came out again. I pleaded for her to call 911 and she did. I don't really remember much from that point up to when the cops came. About 4 or so of them came in the building and asked if I wanted an ambulance. I said no and they told me I should get one etc but I wasn't really making the money to be able to afford an ambulance at that time so I refused (no health insurance at that time).

Went to the police station and answered questions and all. I went home a couple hours later, the place was really destroyed glass everywhere. They smashed the door with such force that a hanging light fell down and shattered. It was nuts.

But, I'm lucky to be alive now that I think of it.
After that I slowly stopped doing drugs.
That was by far the absolute scariest experience in my life. I will never forget it. You always think "Oh, I can handle myself in a situation like that" etc but, It happens so, so quick. I KNEW the crowbar was right there in the kitchen, but it just happened so fast that by the time I thought of it I was fucked.

Did I put up a fight?
Who wouldn't. However, I'm not nearly as in shape as I should be and my hits to them didn't even phase them. Plus I'm pretty weak.