I woke up to the sound of a man’s voice: “turn off the light! Turn off the light!”
My eyes darted open.
It sounded as if he was standing right outside my bedroom window.
Groggy and unsure of whether or not it was a dream, I looked out the window. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. It must have been a dream.
I got out of bed to use the bathroom and I heard a car door shut. The sound came from the house next door.
“That’s strange, no one lives there…it’s being remodeled.”
Surrounded by the darkness of my bathroom, I looked out the window.
Everything was so still outside.
The moon lit house appeared to be empty. I could see straight through it to the house next door.
I could feel my heart beat.
“Someone’s out there, I know what I heard”
Suddenly, a man walked past my window.
A chill went through my body.
I ducked under the window.
“Had he seen me?”
He was wearing a hoodie with a baseball cap. I couldn't see anything but the outline of his body as he walked by.
Feeling brave, I peeked through the window once again. I saw him get into a white van and drive off.
I tipped toed back to my bed, scared.
My mind racing.
“What was he doing? Obviously, something illegal…It's a construction site so maybe he was after tools or copper? (gasp) or maybe he was disposing a body?”
“What if he saw me watching through the window?”
“Why didn't I take my dad's advice on getting a gun?”
“What will he do to me?”
“Maybe the witness protection program would take me in?”
I spent the rest of the night wide-awake. Lying in bed pondering what I'd seen.
I felt like a little kid who’d just woken up from a scary dream, I wanted nothing more than the comfort of another human being lying next to me.
Eventually, my alarm went off and it was time to start the day.
I still have no idea what that man was doing next door.
I’m probably being paranoid…but I don’t like having strangers lurking near my house in the middle of the night.
The next day, I ran into the contractor working on the house. When I told him what I’d seen, he knew nothing of it; his team wouldn’t have been there at that time.
When I bought the doll house, I knew there would be obstacles (Like the pipesfreezing). I knew I would be pushed outside my comfort zone (like texturizing the walls in my bathroom).
But I never, ever, thought about things like being scared in the middle of the night.
I’ve lived alone before and it’s never bothered me. Maybe it's because I've always lived in an apartment, sharing a wall with my neighbor? If I screamed, they would hear me. But living in a house is different.
What would I do if someone broke in?
The thought is horrifying.
Being a homeowner is one of the most rewording experiences of my life, but it’s also one of the most terrifying.
I wrote about my struggles back in January, one of them is the fear of things I can’t control.
It’s usually a distant thought in the back of my busy mind…but every once in a while, it gets to me.
Have any of you experienced this?
If you live alone, how do you control the fear of the “creepy guy?”