I checked under the beds and in the closets twice. And then I locked myself into the back of the house (thanks small-angry-mob-proof steel doors), either trapping the potential intruder in the outer portion of the house or in the inner sanctum, with me, but, regardless, narrowing down the search square footage considerably. Then I checked behind the doors and inside the cupboards and under the beds again, three more times.
Now I'm still locked in and my heart is beating really fast and I'd like a drink of water but all the glasses are on the other side of the steel door. I really wish my bedroom door locked. Hopefully I don't die.
2 comments:
I HATE that!!!!!! Glad your alive. :)
You know what I love?...waking up at 4:00 AM because your husband is yelling obscenities when he gets home from work. That's when you realize some stranger IS sitting in your front room (I also forgot to lock the front door) and you've been soundly asleep and unaware the whole time. True Story happened eight or so years ago and I still double check the locks every night. I bet you will too now.
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