** The following is a true, and exceptionally absurd, story.
It happened last night… in the middle of the night. Precisely when things shouldn’t happen. Especially not things like this.
I was in bed, wide awake. I had recently been woken up by one of the many routine coughing fits I’ve become accustomed to over the week (feeling a bit better, by the way).
This time, though, I was having trouble getting back to sleep.
Figuring it was almost time to get up anyway, I turned on the light, found my phone and checked the time.
Whoa. Not even close.
I am way too awake for 2 a.m., I remember thinking.
I turned off the light and laid back down.
I closed my eyes and tried to settle myself down to sleep.
And that’s when I heard it.
And then a few long seconds later, another.
My eyes shot open.
Someone was slowly creeping up the steps to the top floor toward my apartment. And they were trying real hard not to wake anyone up.
My roommate is home for the holidays in Paris. So I knew it wasn’t him.
Whoever this is is being too quiet, I thought. Ominously quiet.
A twinge of anxiety kicked in. My brain flipped through a series of worst-case scenarios.
My bedroom is directly next to the front door, so it’s not a very strategic spot in the event of a break-in.
But break-ins rarely happen, right? The odds are in my favor, I pleaded silently, holding tight to my pillow.
Another one. It gave me an eerie feeling, this person’s careful attempts at quietude. Like these feet were up to something.
Every scary movie I have ever seen surged forward to remind me what was possible.
Really, looking back, I had no reason to be as freaked out as I was.
We weren’t the only ones on the top floor. There was an apartment across from mine. For all I knew, the stair-creeper could’ve been on his way next-door.
I laid still and listened
Slowly, the footsteps crept closer until, finally, they made it to the top of the stairs.
And then they stopped.
** That’s when my night took a turn for the worst.
The stuff normally reserved for only my nightmares happened.
In the same moment that my mind said, Shit, I probably forgot to lock the door…
I heard the feet head down the three steps that led right to my apparently inviting, and probably unlocked, front door.
(I grew up in a Midwestern farm town where no one worries about locking their doors, but it’s a habit unfit for Baltimore. And I’m working on it.)
They weren’t going to the neighbors’ place, I realized. Those feet were headed in.
Directly outside my bedroom door, I heard the knob twist freely and the door sway open.
Oh [excessive expletives deleted].
Adrenaline-fueled fear shot through my veins.
I didn’t think. I shot up and darted to my bedroom door. My instincts told me to hit with a surprise attack. Hit him quick before he had a chance to react.
Had I paused for a moment’s thought, I would’ve at least grabbed a weapon.
Instead, empty-handed, I >> READ MORE <<
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