I have this fear of doors.
I don't mean I'm scared of the doors themselves, I'm simply disturbed about what could be standing on their other side. I have been having this feeling ever since I watched the movie "The Strangers". I believe the symbolism of the heavily locked door that's used as a partition between the victim and the mysterious attackers, which door somehow appears to be very easy to unlock (in the same mysterious way; anyway, they never explained how the intruders succeeded in doing it), was very strong and obvious.
So I became obsessed with doors, especially with UNLOCKED and UNSAFE ones.
I started checking whether our front door is locked every now and then, and as I did, I would surely come back and check again, totally forgetting I just did.
Yesterday my boyfriend was staying at my place. We were watching "House M.D." and drinking some coffee. I had left my skype on, and my boyfriend's skype was off. It's important to mention that he lives alone, for his mother works in Italy, and his dad works in the capital. His brother studies there, too.
So, we were all alone, watching House and having fun, when suddenly I saw a notice popping up showing his skype signing in. I thought it was weird, so I asked him what he had done. However it turned out he hadn't touched it even once when he was home. Later he left, and I began to play with my bunny pet. After a while I checked my skype for any left messages, and there was one, from my boyfriend, saying, "go check out your front door". I thought he was just being caring, but when I got there and checked, it wasn't locked. I wondered if I just forgot to lock it, but I NEVER EVER forget such a thing. I just shrugged my shoulders and came back to chat. I wrote to him, but he didn't answer for 2 hours or so.
Then my phone rang, and it was him, saying he was at a cafe with a friend. I asked him how long he was out, and he replied he hadn't been at his home the whole time after he left my place. I shivered then. Something was happening for sure, and I didn't know what, and it was very ominous. Eventually I decided my boy was playing some kind of joke on me.
That night my boyfriend stayed with me because my mum was out at a party. I checked the door twice, and we went to sleep.
I woke up in the middle of the night. My phone was ringing, alarming me I had a message. I looked, and it said, "go to your computer". The number was hidden. I surely got the creeps, and went to see. It was again my boyfriend's skype. "Go and check your door...". It was 3 in the morning, and the message was sent two minutes ago. And my boyfriend was SURELY sleeping in my room. Well, THAT was awfully scary!!!
I slowly went out in the hall, still with the phone in my hand. Everything was quiet and still. The door looked alright. I got close, and looked through the peephole. It was dark outside, I could feel my breath hitting the door, for I was literally glued to it.
The landing outside was dark. I couldn't see a damn thing.
Suddenly my phone alarmed a message again. When I read it, I froze.
"Yes, I know you're on the other side of the door. I'm looking at the peephole right now. And, NO, THE DOOR'S NOT LOCKED!!!"
My breathing stopped. I tried to lock it slowly and quietly, so that whoever was outside wouldn't know. God... the locker was broken.
Holding my breath, I stepped away from the door, entered my room, and woke my boyfriend up. I told him what was going on, and we both went in the kitchen (it can be locked from inside), and stayed there. All of a sudden we heard the front door slowly cracking open. Hollow and heavy footsteps explored the hall, pacing their way to the kitchen door, and stopped. After a minute or so they continued their way to the living room, the bedroom, and my own room. We couldn't hear them anymore.
A few minutes later the intruder came back, completing the same route аs the first time. He was right there, in front of my kitchen door. We couldn't make a single move.
Then we heard a deep and creepy voice saying, "bye".
The steps made their way to the front door, and died away in silence. We both looked at each other, scared out of our minds. We quickly put on some clothes and went to his place, where we spent the rest of the night, with a safely locked door.
By the way, we looked through his skype, and there were no such messages sent to me. He tried to restore lost ones or deleted ones, but there was one big nothing.
I'm double scared now. Whoever that was, he knew my phone number, my skype name and my boyfriend's skype identification. He broke into my house. He knew exactly what scared me.
We got alarm system and a brave new iron door now, but to me it just isn't enough. Everytime I look at it, I think it's unlocked. And I expect him to come in any second. It hasn't happened until now, but who knows...
1 comment:
Damn... okay that must have been the creepiest thing I've ever read and I've read some really creepy and fucked up shit. Reading this makes me wonder, how would have I reacted in such a scenario. That would have definitely scared the living shit out of me no doubt, but if there's one thing people are most scared of that is the unknown. Now I'm thinking I might have picked up the heaviest/sharpest object in my close vicinity and went all out hulk on the poor bastard, now granted I'm kind of a big man so that's a plus but still. You know what they say tho, scary things are scary as long as you avoid them, when you try to confront them they become a whole lot less scary, although I do understand that this world being as it is there's no telling what that guy could have done but what I'm also thinking is, is it worth living in fear? Not knowing who that person was or what his goal was? Maybe it was just to scare you, which he achieved with great success but I kind of doubt it was just that, he could have just as easily done something a lot less creepy and achieved the same thing. I also understand that what I'm writing is a bit "wobbly" but I'm hoping you're following me so far. So anyway what I was saying is that in the end you didn't actually figure out who the person was and what his intention was. But what I'm thinking is: Firstly, he was operating from the shadows so to speak, he wasn't directly facing you, surely if he himself was confident enough he would have shown himself, when you were at the door he did not do anything other than be creepy again, now I'm thinking if he wanted to hurt you he could have easily done it right there on the spot, one thrust against the door would have sent you crashing down easily. Instead he decided to let you act, he knew you'd be creeped out and you'd retreat/look for help, looks to me like he was letting you act instead of acting himself, kind of makes me think he wasn't brave enough to act for himself, such people scary as they may be are often not prepared to face you head on, if they were, why would they choose to act from the shadows, why would they choose lurk like some street thug? And I highly doubt he would have expected you to open the door and go ape-shit crazy on his ass with the nearest blunt object. I also do realize I'm responding to this waaay to late but I just now found your blog and I gotta say, it's a pretty interesting read.
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