I was lying in bed early this morning when my doorbell rang. It was far to early to get up and answer it so I didn’t move. Eventually I got curious about who it was so I went to the upstairs living room to look out the window. (I don’t have an upstairs living room.) As I walked into the room I noticed three women had come up the stairs to the front deck. One unlocked the door with a key.
Weirded out that she would even have a key I asked, “Can I help you with something?” They walked in and the one with the key said that she had left a couch and table here and wanted it back. I had been living here for 18 years and had never spent any time in the upstairs living room so I decided it would be OK for her to take the couch and table so I helped them take it out.
I was back in bed when a man with a knife came into my room and up to my bed. I made to stab me and I grabbed his arm saying, “I’m not ready yet.” He pulled his arm out of my grip and stabbed at my legs.
I woke up. Good thing I have an alarm on my house at night to keep out the crazy ladies and prevent knife-wielding maniacs from sneaking up on me.