Nick Fuentes

month and a half has passed.

Nobody's coming to my house anymore, rarely.

And I'm doing my show like normal and I'm reaching the end of the show and I see out of the corner of my eye, I get an alert from my ring doorbell camera that somebody's at the front door.

And so I'm reading through my super chats.

I'm going through live chat messages.

Yeah, I'm live.

And, you know, I'm working through the messages and I'm keeping an eye on it.

And I see that this guy has a loaded gun.

The guy's standing.

So I laugh.

Yes.

He's got a motorcycle helmet and a backpack.

He's got a gun drawn and he's knocking on the door yelling.

And the thing is, I didn't want to tip him off that I knew he was there because I thought I don't want him to get the drop on me or something.

You know, I just didn't want to give him any information about, you know, because I don't know if he's listening to my show.

If I start freaking out or cancel the show, I don't know.

Maybe he knows more about my movements inside.

So I keep the show going for like a minute and I wrap it up very quickly.

I finished the show.

My producer comes running in and I say, who is that?