Thursday, September 11, 2008

Scary!

The other day I was walking home from class and talking to my Mom. I get to the building and I go up the stairs when I see that the front door to our apartment is open. And this is the part where I will interrupt myself and say that breakins/burglars/thieves/nighttime intruders/etc. are pretty much terrifying to me. Not that other people don't find that terrifying but I use a lot of mental energy thinking about them and making plans of how to escape or hide or call 911.

Anyway, so I see the front door is open and my heart starts hammering and I say "My door is open!" My Mom, she's so nice, she says "Oh that's good." While I was explaining this, I hear someone inside rustling around, and I wondered if Vera had already been stolen. I didn't go in of course and instead I ran back outside.

As I'm standing there, dying inside, I hear sirens and I think "Somebody already knows! They're coming to save me!" I was also wondering if you had to pay for the police to come save you from burglars.

And then...I see an ambulance drive by and bypass the complex.

And then...I look up and I see someone at the window!

And then...I realize it's the maintenance man fixing the blinds in the living room.

So...I go back inside and the very nice maintenance man apologizes for scaring me.

The end.


3 comments:

  1. Haha, that's an awesome story.

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  2. That is a relief. And a great story!!!

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  3. And what a fine job he did! *picking up the blinds from the floor*

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