Two nights ago Sr. Weasel and I were sound asleep, with his mother in the guest bedroom, and someone awoke us at 3am just pounding on the door. We don’t have a chain lock or a peep hole, so we didn’t answer it. I heard a man talking and then a car door slam and whoever it was drove away.
A bit freaky in the moment, but nothing panic-worthy. Probably some drunks with the wrong house or something.
Today Sr. Weasel went to the grocery store. While I was in the bedroom home alone I thought I heard a car pull up in the driveway. I thought it was **Sr. Weasel **returning early, but nobody came in the house, so I figured I’d misheard.
Then I’m using the guest bathroom which is right off a long hallway, and I swear to fucking god, slow, heavy footsteps walked right by the door. We have a 3’’ gap under our bathroom door so I saw shadows shifting as the person walked by. We have cats but this wasn’t rough and tumble cat playing around stuff, it was footsteps.
I had left the bathroom door unlocked, so as soon as I heard the footsteps, I jumped up and locked the door. There was a pause, and then the footsteps reversed direction and walked, slow as you please, right back into the kitchen. After that it was hard to hear anything, because I had the bathroom fan on. I was afraid to draw attention to myself by turning it off.
I messaged Sr. Weasel to see if he’d returned home early – he had not. So I asked him to come home (poor guy had just gotten to the grocery store) and I also messaged his father (who manages our complex) to see if there was any scheduled maintenance – no, again. I stayed put in the bathroom until my husband got home and gave the house a once-over. All doors locked, no signs of forced entry, nothing taken.
Now, I’ve had extreme anxiety before, and I understand how nerves can get the better of you, but the odd thing is, I didn’t have particularly high anxiety before or during or after any of this. I was anxious after I heard the footsteps but I started to calm down when nobody tried to bust down the bathroom door. So I can’t just say, ‘‘Oh, I panicked and overreacted.’’ Because I didn’t. What I saw/heard and how I reacted were pretty damned reasonable.
But on the other hand, it doesn’t look like anyone was actually here.
I’m confused. And now, somewhat paranoid. He just left to go grocery shopping again so I figured I’d tell you all to distract myself from the fact I’m home alone again. :eek: