How would you respond to a Bomb Threat?
At the beginning of November 2020, we got a serious scare as a lunatic shouted in front of our building. Apparently, he had a bomb as well as hostages. He roared like a native Finn and raved on about how he was a wanted man. He proceeded to slander and provoke the nonexistent police.
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What drives these people?
Afterward, I thought he sounded somewhat desperate as he tried to taunt to police and shout names in the night. It was almost as if to beg for attention.
Now, it may have been just some lunatic shouting for attention, yes. Simultaneously, I truly believe that we can’t afford to take these things lightly in this day and age. Society needs to treat every threat with due seriousness. The severity of the punishment should be heavier, to match the near terroristic claims he permeated.
My brave husband, bless his soul, took control of our situation and promptly called the police. He notified the housing providers to get their security on the case. Me? I tried hard not to keep seeing us blown to pieces as my mentally challenged brain would’ve liked to suggest.
The whole thing was over in about an hour
We heard faint screams and yelps from further down the block. Soon after the police tiptoed behind our door on the fifth floor. A robust knock banged on the door. Soon after, my husband. He raised his hands immediately and let them know via the action that they don’t need to get trigger-happy. The police pointed a shiny barrel of a Taser at him when the door slid open. My husband tells me it was a ‘’fun experience’’. I mean… You don’t get to see that kind of police procedure every day I suppose?
Once I saw the taser, I got up from the bed and went to help him. I explained to the police what happened, having the benefit of the Finnish language on my side. After a short chat, they told us they caught the guy and that we can sleep in peace. I thought the officers doing that was sweet. After all, I had just inadvertently called them ‘F***ing F****t Cops’ when they asked what the perpetrator had been spewing. (After the ordeal I pondered on the situation, I really didn’t need to tell them every word he had said, least of all offend them!)
What an exciting night
For sure, it was an eventful evening. I doubt I will experience anything quite like it for the foreseeable future! I faced a bomber, watched my husband take the point of a taser, and then went back to sleep. Like nothing happened. ‘Cause why not.
The whole time I was in a haze as my husband scouted the situation and made plans. One of his incredible strengths is to conjure up possible scenarios that could happen and act accordingly. I’m truly blessed to have a man that keeps his cool, even in such a surreal situation. If I didn’t have him to lean on, his calmness, I would’ve been scared witless!
Can you imagine me alone in that situation? With my Borderline mind, I would’ve flipped my shit three times over. After all, I’m only barely able to call the emergency number due to my fear of phone calls. Not to mention my severe reactivity to stressful situations. What’s more, I dissociated so badly that I can’t even remember the police officers’ faces anymore.
I must say I am grateful though, for the officers swiftly handling the threat. Because of that and my husband, I managed to go to sleep without my mind playing its favorite game – Nightmare Lane.
Last Updated: 01/07/2023