No, sir, it hasn't.
Mine did, sort of, a few years ago, but no photographs.
One night after I'd lived here about a year, I woke up in the middle of the night, as the bladder needed emptied.
I walked from the bedroom into the kitchen and then to the bathroom, in the darkness.
When I was done, as I sleepily walked from the bathroom through the kitchen, I noticed there seemed to be a table lamp lit, in the dining room (I didn't see the dining room itself, just the doorway).
At this point, I should mention that excepting in deepest winter, I sleep without any clothes on.
I walked back to the bedroom, but then a little bit more awake, decided the lamp in the dining room should be shut off. When I reached the living room door, and saw the dining room, I saw there was a guy hunched over the dining-room table. I had no idea who he was, or what he was doing there; because I'm deaf, I don't lock the door in case someone needs to get a hold of me (for example, I'm not going to hear anyone knocking).
He didn't seem to notice me, and I wanted him out of there.
He was a passed-out drunk; I have no idea how he found this place. I reached over and started to grab him by the back of his collar, at which he abruptly woke up, and grabbed me. I'm no weakling, but this guy was, uh, pretty hefty and strong besides that, and pulled me. We both tumbled down, breaking the dining-room table in mid-section, where the leaves go.
Now fully awake, he broke loose, and ran for the door. I tried to grab him, but was too slow.
He ran away, and I couldn't chase him, as the ground was pretty rough at the time, and I wasn't wearing any shoes.....or anything else.
Some months later, he was arrested for something, and while talking about all he'd done, he mentioned one time being attacked by a naked guy.....and the trail later led right back to franksolich.
It took a while to live that down.
