Day 148..#Paranoid..

So yesterday..I got back home from a friend’s house at about midnight.

We live round the corner from each other so it’s pretty easy to go over to her house to study.

Anyway..I got home..happy that we’d gotten a substantial amount of work done and very tired.

So tired I couldn’t sleep.

Now, I got home at midnight..did a few things and by 12:30..I’d climbed into bed. I closed my eyes.

Nothing.

I lay there still for 15 minutes then opened my eyes. I picked up my phone and looked at the time and sighed.

I turned my pillow over. It was lovely and cold and I felt myself drifting off. Then out of nowhere I heard what sounded like fireworks outside. My eyes shot open as I wondered what could be so close and so loud.

I climbed out of bed and opened my window. Conveniently, the noise disappeared. I growled a little and climbed back into bed. I think it was like 1:10am. What seemed like minutes later, I picked up my phone and it said 1:37am.

I clearly was not going to sleep yet.

I got out of bed and switched my computer back on and found myself watching MSNBC‘s Dateline.

20 minutes or so into the episode, I heard the front door making noise as if someone was trying to get in and couldn’t open it. Then I heard a bang..like the door slam.

All my house mates were out and I knew it was too early for them to be getting back, as they’d only just left when I arrived back to the house. I started freaking out.

Intruder. Yeah..of course..because that’s the only thing it could be(!)

I started looking around the room for something to arm myself with, and sent myself into a frenzy when I realised I had nothing in here I could use to protect myself if someone was in the house.

I picked up a weighted glass candle as my chosen weapon and exhaled before opening my room door into the darkness.

To say I was scared was a MAJOR understatement. At that point, the 15-20 yards between my room and the living room was the longest ever. I tip-toed quietly as approached..reached round the corner and switched on the lights. Empty.

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I went to the front door..checked it was closed..turning on the hall light as I went. It was.

I proceeded back down a now lit corridor psyching myself out before I got to the next room. There were two doors to this room. I thought as I stepped in at one end, someone could disappear out the other.

“Stop being paranoid” I told myself, as I switched on the lights, looked behind the doors and under the bed and found nothing.

I walked out of the room through the other doors and looked in the pantry..then approached the bathroom. I went to the kitchen and grabbed a rolling-pin. Now I had both the glass candle and the rolling-pin. I don’t know what I thought I would do with these things if indeed someone actually was in the bathroom. But I didn’t know that..

So I tip toed to the bathroom, all the while looking around to see if anyone was lurking in the shadows (which wasn’t even possible as I’d turned on every single light in the house on my way through) and slowly opened the door. I used the rolling-pin to switch on the light and peeked inside.

The shower curtain had been drawn across and was flailing a little. I started shaking, convinced myself that the only reason it was moving is because someone had just pulled it across. I put down the candle. I had the rolling-pin and only needed one free hand really.

I approached the curtain and slowly lifted my hand to it. I closed my eyes and counted to three in my head. I pulled it across and at the same time struck the rolling-pin forward in an effort to disable the “intruder.”

There was nothing there. AIR in fact. The same air that I discovered was what was causing the curtains to move.

I shook my head at my wildly crazy imagination and chuckled (still a little scared..lol).

I made my way back through the house switching off all the lights, and closing all the windows. I made one last check of the front door, then headed back to my room carrying my candle and rolling-pin (you never know!)

I sat down at my desk and listened to the sounds of the house. There were none, which somehow made me a little more fearful. What if I’d missed them? What if they were hiding somewhere else..? What if while I was checking the house they’d hidden in my room..the room I’d first left..and was at this same moment watching me from under my bed?!

STOP IT! I thought to myself..There’s not enough space for ME to hide under my bed (at 5ft 6.5 and 127lbs)..so there was zero way..no..there was minus way that a grown adult could be hiding under there.

I chalked up my paranoia to clear sleep deprivation and pressed play to finish watching the episode on my laptop.

At 2:47am, I climbed into bed and texted a friend “Chest hurts..cnt sleep..feel sick..”

 

And with that..I began praying that I woke up in the morning and drifted off into sleep..

 

Seriously..my imagination sometimes! *sigh*

~ by originalapplejunkie on May 27, 2012.