Monthly Archives: January 2012

Spooked

There was a crash, as if someone had flung themselves at the outside of my sixth floor bedroom window. Wide awake and unable to make sense of the noise, I thought about someone being on the balcony, like the time that man climbed up the drain pipe to the second floor balcony, as Chris and I sat in the van, waiting for a key to move my stuff in. Laying still, hyper alert, every noise became an invader. I waited, staring in the direction of my bedroom door. Had the light changed under the door? No. Was that noise someone moving about in my lounge? Not sure. My hand groped in the dark for my pyjamas and I put them on. Time to meet the confrontation, if there was to be one, head on, rather than wait indefinitely for something unpleasant to happen to me. Continue reading