It’s not - now that the adrenaline shock of it has worn off - as scary as it sounds (or felt).
I went to bed at about 11:30 last night and all was well. Then around 12:30, someone started making a ruckus in the hallway (I live in a dorm), and pounding on my door. Then they tried to open it.
The doors in my dorm have two locks: a chain, and a normal in-the-knob lock. I normally just use the chain at night, because my doorknob’s busted and I need to use the key to lock it, from the outside. Last night, as always, I had the chain on.
So it’s a bit past midnight, I’ve just dozed off and then been startled awake, and there’s a belligerent sounding man trying to force my door open against the chain. (For the record, I’m a 5-nothing, 100-pound woman.) “Oh, shit,” I think. The student population here is incredibly trusting and safe, but there have been a few incidents in the past few years. This past winter they found a few townies wandering around campus with guns. Four years ago a girl hadn’t locked her door and woke up in the middle of the night to a random man standing at the foot of her bed staring at her. Never any violence, but still, there is the possibility of it.
“Open the fucking door, man!” the guy is screaming, more or less throwing his weight against my door. The phone is right by the door and I’m completely terrified, so I do the only thing I can think of: scream for him to fuck off, and kick the door shut as hard as I can, which thankfully threw him off balance and made him stop. Then I picked up the phone and called the switchboard. By this point I’m fairly certain I know who it was, but still. “Hi, uh, I live in this dorm and some drunk guy was just trying to get into my room. Could you please send security down here?”
Normally, when you need campus security for something - if you’ve locked yourself out of your room, usually - it takes about ten, fifteen minutes for them to meander over. It felt like longer, but within two minutes there were two officers knocking on my door. They said that one of my neighbors had also just called, and that yes, it was a drunk-and-drugged freshman who’d gotten very confused and thought my room was his. They put him to bed and said they’d hang out in the immediate vicinity for a bit; tomorrow once he was vaguely coherent they’d have some words with him. That was really all they could do.
I tried to go back to bed, after wedging a chair in front of the door. It was a good ten minutes of deep breathing until my heart stopped pounding, and an hour or so before I could doze off into a fitful sleep again. And first thing this morning, I called maintenance and asked them to please come fix my doorknob today.
In retrospect it really shouldn’t be that frightening: I sort of know the guy and he was obviously very drunk and disoriented. Still, it’s odd how having your personal zone invaded like that can leave you so deeply unsettled.