Have you ever had the feeling where you’re frozen to the core of fear? Where your terrified, yet curious about what’s going on – like that annoying moment in horror movies when you don’t understand why someone would possibly go “check that sound out”. Idiots. Well, we had a terrifying experience in our apartment tonight.
Mari and I had just gotten back from a hysterically empty (of both people and food) Trader Joe’s, and had prepared for a relatively early night. We did the usual – I checked what was new on social media, while Mari jumped into the shower. As Mari was showering, I went into my room to clean up the mess from this morning’s dressing session (because getting dressed is a messy affair), and suddenly I started hearing strange noises. My bedroom is right by our front door, which means that I am able to hear most activities happening in our hallway. I head a key go into our lock, and someone frantically trying to open the door. I froze, and a few seconds later I looked out to see if our door was locked from the inside. Luckily, we have a lock that is impossible to open from the outside, in addition to our “normal lock”.
I was having a small meltdown, and Mari came out of the bathroom – completely unaware of what was going on. Her bedroom is on the other side of the apartment, meaning as far away from the front door as possible. The noises kept getting louder, and I ran over to her room to tell her to listen to the sounds. Someone was trying to break in.
I walked back to my bedroom, only to hear another strange sound, and after that, the attempts of opening the door stopped. I took a look through our peep hole, and didn’t see anyone, so I figured that it was over. It wasn’t till I looked down, that I saw a woman lying on the floor.
I ran over to Mari’s room and told her what I’d just seen. She rushed over to see for herself, and after a few seconds of contemplation, we called 911.
I was the one communicating with emergency central, and the amounts of questions that were asked were staggering. What if this was a severe emergency? Would things have gone faster?
What was supposed to be an early evening ended up being severely dramatic. The ambulance arrived about 10 minutes after a 7-minute long phone conversation, and by that point, we had figured out who this person was. She had also gained consciousness and insisted on going to her apartment, which was right above ours.
After the ambulance left, Mari and I were so shook up by the whole situation, that we had difficulties of the notion of just going to bed after this. A long talk later, we both went into our respective bedrooms, and are now coping individually – where this is my way of coping. If you get it down in writing – you might never have to talk about it again.
But who am I to talk – I’m giving this story to the world.