Stranger in My Room

Did I just hear a noise? It sounded like my bedroom door creaking open. I open my eyes but all I see is darkness. No, my door did not open. It couldn’t have.

I distinctly remember locking my front door upon arriving home from work tonight and I did not go back out again. Before heading up for bed, I double-checked the door. I know I double-checked the door; I always have since I am a single woman, living by herself. No, it definitely was not my bedroom door being opened.

I close my eyes again in the darkness, trying to go back to sleep. Unease comes over me as now I feel someone watching me. This has to be my imagination. No one is in the room with me. I just heard a noise outside, perhaps the neighbors, and now I’m scaring myself by thinking someone is in my room, staring at me. No, definitely no one in here with me.

There it is again! This time it sounds like someone walking across my floor and bumping into my dresser. I try to breathe through my mouth, making as little noise as possible, as I lay paralyzed in my bed. There is someone in my room and they are slowly making their way over to my bed. I once read somewhere that if you think someone is in your bedroom while you’re sleeping, you should pretend to be asleep. The chances are, they are just there to rob you and don’t want to get into a confrontation.

But what if this person is here for more than some cash and jewelry? Should I jump out of bed and attack them? Maybe he thinks I’m still asleep and the element of surprise will be on my side. He’s already blind in the darkness, unsure of the layout of the room. Maybe I will be able to catch him off guard and make a break for the stairs.

No matter what my brain is thinking of, my body is its own commander. I remain frozen in my bed as I hear their soft footsteps move across the carpet, getting closer and closer to the foot of my bed.

A chill of fear so intense shudders through my body that I am moving before I have time to realize what is happening. I jump up and flick on the bedside lamp.

There my intruder stood at the foot of my bed, my cat, Rocco!

As I laugh at my silliness and relax back into bed, my closet door suddenly burst open and there charging at me is my real intruder. I let out a small cry for help before he jumps on top of me and I then succumb to darkness.


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