Scared in my own home

As you might already know (beause you have read all my other blog posts right??!), then I am a big chicken and can’t watch a horror movie by myself unless I got heaps of pillows and the remote near me to either turn off the TV or pause the movie when I can’t take it any longer.

And if you think it is any better when there then are other people in the room with me. Then think again!

… I were preparing myself to go to bed and quite busy brushing my teeths in the bathroom while I had a staring contest with a blackhead that very soon would get some aggressive loving, when I heard chiming sounds from a phone that turned on.

“That’s strange I thought”

All my phones were turned on, and about to get charged. Besides, the sound didn’t come from the bedroom or living room, but from my guest room that I haven’t been into since Sunday afternoon.

I looked out from the door of the bathroom and over to the guestroom that is located just to the left, while I tried to listen for any unnatural sounds from the other rooms.


Looked down to my bedroom and then back down the hall towards the living room, kitchen and the guest room where the sound just came from.

Everything were silent in the apartment.

“No, I am sure that I heard the sound of a phone that just turned on”.

My heart were starting to beat so fast that I could feel it in my throat.

My palms became sweaty, while I armed with my toothbrush wondered how intelligent it would be to walk into a room from where you just heard a sound that shouldn’t have been there.

“Yes, you know, I walked into a room from where I heard a strange sound that shouldn’t be there and then surprisingly got attacked, officer”. Ya ya, I could just imagine myself telling the police that story, or whoever found my dead corpse a few days later.


I needed to open the door so I could turn the light on in the room.

Didn’t like the idea of opening a door to a dark room with strange sounds coming from it one bit.

My heart were about to kill me while it tried to get out of my throat, and it felt like my hair were standing up and out to all sides as well.

I slowly opened the door

And of course this is the day it had to open with a loud creaking sound while I pushed it fully open.

It felt loud. But could have been a normal creaking door sound, that doors normally make just to make themselves known at the most inconvenient times.


Only darkness and a pale light coming from the kitchen, and the hall I were standing in.


Silence and that feeling of “there is something really, really wrong, so fucking run away. JUST RIGHT NOW”

I tried to ignore that, while I looked around.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

The desk in the middle of the room, facing the windows to the kitchen. The guest bed against the wall to the toilet.

I am planning to move it over to the other wall facing the neighbour, so guests could sleep through instead of getting woken up by anyone who needed to relieve themselves in the middle of the night. I mean we all hate to be woken up by the sound of a flushing toilet. Right?

The bed were where I last had left it.

But then, the top drawer from one of my in the past furniture conquests.

A light came from it?


My heart decided to run away. But I still took a step into the room towards the drawer.

It felt it would be urgently more fun to take a trip to the toilet to relieve myself.

“If anyone, or anything is hiding under the guest bed and is trying to grab my leg when I walk by, then I will fucking stab it with the toothbrush!!”


But then also remembered that I haven’t cleaned or vacuumed below it in ages, so anything hiding there would probably sneeze themselves to death while trying to hide there, just about now.

I looked behind the door.

Still lots of nothing.

I mean nothing out of the ordinary.

Claiming that there is “nothing” behind the guest room door might be the understatement of the century.

So I tiptoed over to the drawer, opened it and looked down.

“What the hell??”

The drawer is my to-do drawer. I contains well, you know, things I need to do something about, and is packed with papers, notes and knickknack that need my attention.

One day.

And on top of all that were my old phone.

My very, very old phone.

That I haven’t used in more than a year.

Turned on, with a welcome message.

At that moment I looked up at the wall clock and noticed that it said 00:03

Yep, that was it. I am done for tonight.

I am sleeping with all the lights on in every room and if I hear any more sounds or electronics that turn themselves on, then I am moving into a hotel for the night.

Good night!


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