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What do you do when evil comes knocking at your door?
The Night I Was Almost Murdered
By Michael Bisping
I’d moved out of the family home in April [1996]. I was seventeen, earning some money, and after growing up in a noisy house of eight, I couldn’t wait to have a place all to myself. I’d found a fully furnished apartment for 67 quid a week (about $85). It was well on the edge of town, right next to the woodlands and furnished with funky plastic furniture from the 1980s but, hey, 67 quid a week.
While everyone else who lived in Bawdlands (no “Street,” no “Lane,” just “Bawdlands”) entered their home via the main street, the only way in — or out of — my apartment was via a back alley behind a greengrocer’s.
The back/front door opened into a vestibule. To the right was a slender, rectangular kitchen area which was separated from the living room by a very 80s-style door — clear glass held in a wooden frame. From the living room you could take the Mount Everest of steep staircases to the upstairs bathroom and bedroom.
Like any seventeen-year-old kid would, I thought the place was fantastic. I didn’t consider that entering via a dark alleyway could be in any way unsafe. I didn’t care how dark the yard outside my door was. I didn’t think about how low to the ground the bedroom window stood.
Why would it occur to me that having only one way in — one way out — could be so dangerous?
The unthinkable happened at 11:45 p.m. on a Saturday night in mid-July.
Cont...
https://mmajunkie.usatoday.com/2020/01/ufc-michael-bisping-recalls-night-almost-murdered-in-new-book
Related: Michael Bisping Almost Killed in South Africa
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What do you do when evil comes knocking at your door?
The Night I Was Almost Murdered
By Michael Bisping
I’d moved out of the family home in April [1996]. I was seventeen, earning some money, and after growing up in a noisy house of eight, I couldn’t wait to have a place all to myself. I’d found a fully furnished apartment for 67 quid a week (about $85). It was well on the edge of town, right next to the woodlands and furnished with funky plastic furniture from the 1980s but, hey, 67 quid a week.
While everyone else who lived in Bawdlands (no “Street,” no “Lane,” just “Bawdlands”) entered their home via the main street, the only way in — or out of — my apartment was via a back alley behind a greengrocer’s.
The back/front door opened into a vestibule. To the right was a slender, rectangular kitchen area which was separated from the living room by a very 80s-style door — clear glass held in a wooden frame. From the living room you could take the Mount Everest of steep staircases to the upstairs bathroom and bedroom.
Like any seventeen-year-old kid would, I thought the place was fantastic. I didn’t consider that entering via a dark alleyway could be in any way unsafe. I didn’t care how dark the yard outside my door was. I didn’t think about how low to the ground the bedroom window stood.
Why would it occur to me that having only one way in — one way out — could be so dangerous?
The unthinkable happened at 11:45 p.m. on a Saturday night in mid-July.
Cont...
https://mmajunkie.usatoday.com/2020/01/ufc-michael-bisping-recalls-night-almost-murdered-in-new-book
Related: Michael Bisping Almost Killed in South Africa
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