So, I'm on the phone with my roommate. He says he's at Trader Joe's and asks if I want anything. I think of the list of items in my head and then remember he rollerbladed there. I tell him no thanks. I don't want to be responsible for any mishaps during his trek across Venice Blvd.
Still on the phone with him, I hear a knock at my bedroom door. Hunny barks. I think it's my roommate standing outside my bedroom, trying to fake me out. [we often talk to each other via cell phone from our rooms] I say "Just open the door." He sounds confused. I say, "Come in. Open the door." He says, "I'm not home." I laugh. He's still confused. I say I don't believe him (in certain terms) and just as I'm about to open my door he asks a passerby, "Excuse me, will you please tell her I'm at Trader Joe's?" The woman obliges and says to me, "Um, he's at Trader Joe's."
My response, "Oh. Then who's knocking at my bedroom door?"
Like lightening, my hand moves away from my doorknob. Fear rushes through me. Suddenly, It's circa 1979 and I'm Carol Cane hearing, "Have you checked the children?"
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After a complete apartment search with my roommate still on the phone, I turn on all the lights and open the front door, letting Hunny be the official greeter. Turns out a neighbor placed a postal delivery on our welcome mat. There must've been a mailbox mix-up earlier.
So, there was a knock. It just wasn't "coming from inside the house."
See, this is why it's not safe for me to watch horror flicks. Even though I haven't seen this movie since its VHS release (in the old days) these images are embedded in my psyche. Kinda like what comes to my mind when cable goes out and all we get is snow on the TV. "Go to the light Carol-Ann."
Am I alone in this? Do you have any horror flick flashbacks?