This happened ages ago when I used to babysit. I was maybe 13, living in the country side and was babysitting most of the childrens in my street ( 20 houses max).
This particular neighbour would love to go out on Wednesday, because there was this latin dance class going on in a nearby bar.
So I was used to babysit for her and knew she'd always come back very late.
That specific night, the oldest (of three) was a little difficult and didn't want to go to sleep. I struggled with putting him to bed and afterwards was tired.
I studied my maths a little and around midnight decided to take a nap until the kid's mom came back.
A few minutes after falling asleep, I hear someone frantically knocking on the door, trying to open it. It was the neighbour with her two young children.
It was winter and we easily had 3 ft of snow and temperature outside must have been around -21°C (-5°F).
The kids only had their pyjamas on and an unzipped jacket, she was wearing jeans, a wool shirt and winter boots. I could see the fear in her eyes as I struggled unlocking the door.
I panicked and had her walk all the way around the house to the patio door.
When she got in, she quickly told me to bring all the children downstaires, turn off the lights and not to answer the door to anyone.
The kids kept asking "who is daddy going to kill, who is daddy going to kill"? And she kept muting them saying nothing was going to happend and then she left.
I woke up all the kids, brought them all in the playroom in the basement and asked them to play silently.
The oldest who hadn't been long asleep was asking what was going on and I kept telling him it was a special occasion where he could play late with his neighbour friends.
I calmed down the two other kids, telling them no one was going to die, but in my mind, my time had come.
I could see myself being shot while trying to protect the kids. I was trying to figure out how to stay alive, or at least how to keep them alive.
I wasn't trying to be a hero but I was trying to convinced myself that If it came down to that, I would have to try and protect them.
I called 911, but started shaking and crying so much I didn't know what to do (it was an answering machine asking if I wanted the cops, the ambulance or firefighters).
I called my mom, told her quickly what was going on, she called the cops and joined me.
As she got in the driveway the neigbour's husband was walking up the street with a huge axe.
My mom got into the house, locked the door and cracked open a window and asked what was going on while he was approching the house.
He asked her to come out and confront him thinking it was his wife.
My mother then explained to him she was the babysitter's mother and came after getting a worried 13 years old's call. He then asked us to give him his wife, but we didn't knew where she was.
He argued a little with my mom, but she was so calm, it calmed him down. I still admire her for that night.
After 10-15 min of arguing, he walked back home carrying his axe and a few second later his wife knocked on the patio door behind the house and came in.
She was crying and was apologizing to my mother for the whole situation. She thought her neighbour was home, not the babysitter.
My mother asked me to go check on the kids while she was taking care of the wife.
A few minutes later 2 polices cars arrived and they came in, spent time with the wife, asking tones of question, then me and my mother.
In the meantime, the woman I was babysitting for arrived, they interviewed her too.
They asked me and my mom if we where ready to go to court if the woman pressed charges against her husband, surprisingly she never did...
Turns out, she had just announced to her firefighter husband that she was sleeping with her boss in order to get a raise because they were struggling financially.
He got his firefighting axe and said he was going to kill the bastard, but she wanted to stop him. That's why she brought the kids and left...
I was always scared of him afterwards and whenever I saw his children I would check if they had any signs of violence but they moved about 6 months later. And we moved 2 years later...