Last night, I was awakened at 1AM because I had to pee and my throat was sore. I went to bathroom, got a drink of water and took some motrin. I got back into bed and tossed and turned for a little while. By now it is close to 2AM. I was just about to fall asleep when I heard the doorbell ring. Thats right the DOORBELL. There was two quick, short rings from the bell.
I TOTALLY FREAKED OUT!!!
I shot straight up in bed and smacked Jeff awake. “Jeff, Jeff! Did you hear that? The door bell rang. There is someone at the door! Quick, get up! Go and check it out.”
He stumbles, well actually, I kinda pushed him out of bed, throws clothes on and goes to check it out. All the while, I stay in bed. Terrified, unable to move but I am thinking.
Who is at the door at 2AM? What should I do, call the cops? We don’t have a gun, what can we use as a weapon? A bat, no they are in the garage. Could I get a knife in enough time? Turn the lights on, turn all the lights on so that you can see. Don’t leave it dark. No Jeff, don’t open the door. NO, don’t go outside and leave me in here alone. Who ever it is can sneak in while you are looking around outside. Oh my God, the kids. They are upstairs. Should I run to them? Good Lord, what should I do?
I am going to pause and say that we live in the middle of the woods. There are no street lights, no traffic, nothing. When it gets dark, it is pitch black outside and you can’t see your hand in front of your face. It is also quite, very quite in our neighborhood. OK, back to the story.
Jeff looks around outside for what seems like an eternity and then comes back to bed.
“What, what was it?”
“It was nothing, he says as he undresses and climbs back into bed, totally relaxed.
“Then why did the doorbell ring?”
“It must have been a short. I am pretty sure that is was something electrical. You know, you can lay back down and go to sleep.”
“No I can’t. I am still to freaked out and look,” I touch him with my trembling hand, “I am shaking. I don’t know if I can go back to sleep.”
“You are silly. Go back to sleep. It was a short in the door bell. Everything is fine. Goodnight.”
He turns over and is quickly, sleeping peacefully. I, on the other hand, still can’t move. I am not totally unconvinced that some one didn’t sneak into the house while the door was open. I listen for a while and it is all quiet. I don’t see anything either.
So I decide that if I lay down, it will be alright. I lay my head on my pillow and pray. That is the only thing that I can think to do. I pray that God will keep us all safe from whatever that was. That did the trick, at some point I fell asleep.
This morning, when I got up, Jeff had a smirk on his face.
I questioned his look, “What?”
“So what did you think was going to happen last night? An ax murder was going to be at our door, waiting to be let in. Because you know, ax murders usually don’t ring the door bell and wait to let in.”
“I know, smart ass, but really what am I suppose to think when the door bell rings at 2AM.” I am still a little disgusted that he was not more freaked out by the whole incident.
Jeff is now laughing, “Yeah but it was pretty funny how you shot straight up out of bed.”
Jeff is laughing harder and I start to join him, “Yeah, I guess it is pretty funny, now. Can we look into getting a new doorbell?”
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