Yeah. A movie type attack too.
I was living in Paris at the time. I came back from a night out, pretty drunk. Got out of the taxi, opened the building's doors, then went into the common courtyard, where my flat was. Put the key in the door, turned it, and someone jumped from behind, pushing me inside.
I'll spare you the details, but I went to the police the next day, and they told me I'd narrowly escaped death, apparently, as this was the modus operandi of a serial killer they'd been tracking for months. Ensued a few days of CSI-type thinga going on in my flat (finger printing, DNA evidence collecting..).
Never heard anything more from the police.
But maybe, just maybe, it comes from the fact that I got the **** out of there the next week.
I've been in the UK for 5 years now, and I don't think I could have gone to a more welcoming place. So, thank you guys. From the bottom of my heart.
You've got one hell of a country there, and i'm proud of being part of it. I hope my (future) kids grow up here.