One week ago today was one of the scariest nights I’ve had in an extremely long time. I had worked that night and didn’t get home until around 3am. I immediately got into the shower and then had a snack to hold me over until breakfast. It’s usually around 3:30am before I get into bed and 4am before I start falling asleep. I had started to fall into a deep sleep when my doorbell started ringing non-stop, my door was being beat down and someone was trying to use the knob to get in. It startled my ass right awake and scared the shit out of me.

I tried calling the Sheriff’s Department when the call would not go through; go figure I need the police and can’t reach them. I tried calling a friend that lives right by me but failed to reach them as well. As the doorbell continued to be rang, the non-stop knocking grew louder and the door handle seemed as if it were going to fall off, I had no choice but to call 911. I was scared for my life at this point, grabbed a knife and my mace as they were my only hope for protection at that time.

At this point this has been going on for 10 minutes non-stop and the fear continues to grow. I tip-toed over to the door only to see the figure of a male but could not see their face as they were bent over with their face fixated on the door handle. It almost looked as if they were trying to break the lock but there was no noise to justify what I thought was happening. The woman on the other end of the line was insisting that I yell out to the person but she apparently was new to the job because what woman in her right mind would yell out to some random man at their door to let them know that a woman was on the other side? I refused to do so as she continued to ask questions that I found ridiculous. She asked, “Do you have any ex-boyfriends that might be banging on the door?” I replied with, “No!” when she came back with, “Are you sure?” “Ummm yeah, I’m sure” was my response. Then she moved onto the question, “Do you have any friends or family members that it could be?” I again replied with, “No!” when again she came back with, “Are you sure?” Again I said, “Ummm yeah, I’m sure!” This woman apparently didn’t think I was in the right state of mind to give the correct answer the first time I was asked.

Questioning where the police were as it seemed like an eternity that our conversation was going on, the commotion at the front door ended. She remained on the phone until the police arrived about 4 minutes later. When I said the police were at the door, she hung up. It turned out to be one officer who stood 5’4” on a good day and looked about 20 years old. All I was thinking was, “Couldn’t they at least send a grown up cop?” As he pretended that the whole situation was not very important, I grew angry with the man-child that was standing before me. Still scared and shocked at the entire situation the cop said some smart ass remark when I yelled, “You don’t have to be such a smart ass!” He assured me he saw no one lurking around and was constantly driving through my community. Scared to go to sleep I didn’t go to bed until 8 or 9am when the sun came up and I could no longer keep my eyes open. It wasn’t until 4 days later I found out that it was my friend Mikey who got dropped off at the wrong apartment and had lost his phone so he was unable to warn me that it was him.

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