Healthy Dose of Fear or Paranoia
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I make no bones about it. I don't like to answer my door when Rob is away. How I survived on my own, answering doors, sleeping alone, being a strong, independant woman for so many years I have no idea. Today, answering the door with no male home equals potential rape.
Last night, there was a knock at the door at 7:15 p.m. It was already dark out. Neviyah was sleeping across my lap on the couch. I was staring into space feeling like crap (strep throat). I froze. The dogs barked. I picked up Neviyah and checked the time. No, it wasn't Rob and the kids back from Tae Kwan Do. I go to the door. Lock the bolt. Scream, "Who is it?"
"Zach (muffled words)"
"WHO?"
"Zach (muffled words)"
I stand on my tiptoes. I look through the glass at the top of the door. A man, late twenties? Beard, mustache, blondish/brown. Winter snowcap. Heavy coat. Big guy. I freeze. He turns and walks off. I wait. I open the door and look down the street. He is gone.
Of course, I freak out. Who is this strange person knocking on my door when it is already dark out. It isn't a neighbor that I know of. He isn't knocking on someone else's door selling something. He just disappeared. I call Rob on his cell. He doesn't answer. He is at the end of his class.
Of course, after that, the dogs kept periodically barking like there was someone creeping around the house. Soon, though, Rob was home. He knows of no one named Zach in the neighborhood. I just wonder if it is normal to freak out like that over a door-knock.
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I make no bones about it. I don't like to answer my door when Rob is away. How I survived on my own, answering doors, sleeping alone, being a strong, independant woman for so many years I have no idea. Today, answering the door with no male home equals potential rape.
Last night, there was a knock at the door at 7:15 p.m. It was already dark out. Neviyah was sleeping across my lap on the couch. I was staring into space feeling like crap (strep throat). I froze. The dogs barked. I picked up Neviyah and checked the time. No, it wasn't Rob and the kids back from Tae Kwan Do. I go to the door. Lock the bolt. Scream, "Who is it?"
"Zach (muffled words)"
"WHO?"
"Zach (muffled words)"
I stand on my tiptoes. I look through the glass at the top of the door. A man, late twenties? Beard, mustache, blondish/brown. Winter snowcap. Heavy coat. Big guy. I freeze. He turns and walks off. I wait. I open the door and look down the street. He is gone.
Of course, I freak out. Who is this strange person knocking on my door when it is already dark out. It isn't a neighbor that I know of. He isn't knocking on someone else's door selling something. He just disappeared. I call Rob on his cell. He doesn't answer. He is at the end of his class.
Of course, after that, the dogs kept periodically barking like there was someone creeping around the house. Soon, though, Rob was home. He knows of no one named Zach in the neighborhood. I just wonder if it is normal to freak out like that over a door-knock.
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