I live in a secure building. There's a call-box with a buzzing doorbell for each apartment at the locked front doors. I was about to go to bed when I heard the buzzer. It was 1:30 AM. I'm sorry but I don't answer my door at such a time (call, email, IM - but don't just stop by at that time). Hunny's hackles shot sky-high and my heart immediately started racing. The buzzing continued. Short little buzzes. Almost as if to say, "Hello? Is anybody there? I don't mean to bother you..." But what I heard was, "Someone's here to kill you!"
I have a roommate. He's an overnight ER nurse at a local hospital. I wondered if it was him coming home for a bite to eat, perhaps having forgotten his keys. At first I thought, It better not be him! Then I thought how much better I'd feel if it was him. So I called his cellphone. No answer. I called again. Still no answer. The buzzing continued. Hunny's barking got louder...now accompanied by growling. By this point I was frozen with terror. It's been a long time since I've felt this scared. I'd forgotten how debilitating terror can be. All the scariest things go through my head. Every little sound takes on an enormous meaning. I can hardly move, not wanting to be noticed.
We have an upstairs loft with a rooftop balcony. I remembered the sliding glass doors might be open. They'd been open all summer but it didn't bother me till I couldn't get my mind off of the involuntary axe murder scene that kept replaying in my head. Still I was too scared to go check it out. I felt much safer hiding behind my bedroom door. It's a windy night - windows rattling and howling - debris blowing across the roof. Of course my mind tells me something's up there just waiting for me to fall asleep. What am I thinking? An axe murderer doesn't ring the doorbell.
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