I am a new poster here, a long-time gun owner, aged 56, an NRA member, don't drink or smoke, have a great amount of respect for the local PD and authority in general, and also have a valid license to carry.

But I am troubled by an event that occurred at approximately 4:25 AM on January 25, 2009. I guess I'd like to share that event with you and receive any suggestions of what I should have done differently.

My girlfriend and I attended a long auction the day before in Ephrata, PA, bought some firearm related stuff there, ate some sushi that evening in Reading, PA with another who attended the auction, came home to my Chester County town home after a long day, and went to bed around 9:30 p.m. on January 24, 2009.

At some time this morning (probably a few minutes before 4:25 AM or thereabouts), I thought I heard someone attempting to press the doorbell. I felt I heard an electronic clicking of sorts as if the doorbell was malfunctioning, but I could be wrong. I don't think it rang, because my dog sleeps at the top of the stairs and he would have started barking at the sound of a doorbell.

So I just laid in bed for a few minutes wondering what was going on and didn't hear anything else. So I'm thinking maybe I imagined this. I figured my kids had keys to the place, but if they were visiting, it sure was an odd time. So I pondered for a moment about what to do and it seemed like everything was alright.

Then someone pounded on the door and my dog immediately jumped up and started barking - which is what just about any dog would do when suddenly awakened at early morning hours. So now I thought I knew it was either a kid coming back from college who lost or forgot a key, a neighbor who needed help for some emergency, or a bad guy.

So I turned on my nightstand lamp on in the second floor bedroom, put on my pants and shirt, took my Beretta 92 out of the nightstand, put a round in battery, and went outside my bedroom door. I turned on the stairwell light, went down the stairway with my barking dog, and turned on the outside lights. The front door has a double door, so I opened the inside door (which is mostly a glass door) and cracked the outside door (a glass storm door), because I didn't see anyone standing in front of it.

Imagine my dismay to here "THIS IS THE POLICE!". Surreal for sure, because I couldn't see them with the lights in my eyes. Thought about it later and they seemed to be in the classic "Y" position with officers and lights on each side of the "Y", an officer in the middle, and me at the bottom of the Y.

I asked them "Why are you here?"

"We've received a phone call that there is a disturbance here - yelling, screaming, etc."

I told them there was nothing going on and that they had awakened everyone from a deep sleep.

Then one said "What's in your hand?"

"It's a gun - and I have a permit to carry it."

"LAY THE GUN ON THE GROUND, RIGHT NOW!"

Now you have to understand that it's 4:25 a.m., it's dark outside, I can't see the people claiming to be police, nobody has showed me a badge, there weren't any lights swirling around on any vehicle, etc.

I told them I wasn't going to lay it on the ground but I'd put it down inside on a Venetian chest.

As I started to turn, another officer shouted, "DON"T DO IT", as if I was contemplating death by cop at this hour of the morning. I just backed away from the door and into my living room, never raising or pointing the pistol in their direction.

The gun in question was one of those older Beretta 92 EL's in mirror-blue finish, gold features on trigger, hammer, screws, etc and had about 10,000 rounds through it still looking as if it came home from the factory yesterday.

I put the gun down and came back to the front door. My dog was already there with his nose against the glass, barking away. Someone yelled, "Put the dog away!"

I said "He lives here. Why are you here again?"

He repeated that there was a complaint that someone heard yelling and screaming and they were just checking it out. I told them there was nothing going on, that he had awakened me, my GF, and of course, my dog, but that he was welcome to come inside.

He asked if the dog was OK with him coming in the house and said, "Yeah, as long as you're a good guy." Most dogs know the difference.

And I opened the storm door to let him in and backed into the living room. I also yelled up the stairs, "Honey, somebody heard some screaming and yelling and said it was going on in here and there are at least three policemen outside who are just checking this out. Will you come downstairs?

She's a great shooter and I'm glad she didn't come down the stairs with my FN Police shotgun, laser, and EOTech site.

So now there's one officer standing by the door, a corporal standing inside my living room, my GF standing near the bottom of the stairs, my dog standing by the coffee table wondering what's going on, and me standing by the Venetian chest where I placed my Beretta 92 thinking the same thing.

I looked at his shoulder patch and recognized "Tredyffrin Township" which is where I live. Well, at least these guys weren't from Blackwater...

The officer in the living room handed me his notepad and a pen, and asked me to write down my name and birthdate, which I did. While my hands were occupied, he stepped over and said "I hope you don't mind, but I'm going to move this gun."

After he had picked it up and started moving it to the kitchen counter, I told him it was OK to move, but that it was loaded and a round racked.

He was very careful with it as it carried it to a distant counter and set it down gently.

When he came back, he again asked "Are you sure there was no yelling or screaming?" I told him the same stuff I told him previously, and asked him who called in this false alarm. He said he couldn't divulge the name.

He wished me a good night, we shook hands, and the three or four of them went on their way. My GF and I tried to go back to bed, but we had a hard time reconciling what occurred.

So around 8:30 a.m., I saw one of my neighbors (a hunter, dog lover, cigar smoker, etc) and told him what happened. He couldn't believe it and was sure they had the wrong address.

Around 9:30 a.m., I stopped by the Tredyffrin township building, met an officer outside who asked if he could help me and I told him my story and said I wanted to follow up to learn why four of them were at my place at 4:25 a.m.

I asked, "Wasn't it the wrong address?"

He said, "No, they got the right address."

I was dumbfounded. He did offer that I could come back at 10:00 pm tonight (Sunday) or Monday as they got off shift around 6:30 am and speak with the Sargent who was also at my address. I intend to do so.

So now you know everything I know.

I'm grateful no one was hurt during this misadventure, that training for the township officers showed some restraint, that my NRA training was equally restrained, but I am very puzzled about who made the erroneous call and that this can happen in the United States.

In retrospect, I shouldn't be surprised. I just feel that if there is a nutcase living near me who is hearing things in his or her own head, the police should warn me and other neighbors about it. I'm still in a bit of shock at my exposure to what felt like the new "Police State".

I also wondered if I should have left all the lights off as I checked who was knocking at the front door, or whether I should have even let the officer in. Is this the way it's going to feel if our citizenship ever gets forcibly disarmed?

May I respectfully ask those who have taken the time to read this post and have any suggestion to comment on it?

Kindest regards,

Bamboomaster