My Scary Night

I know I'm way behind on my blogging but I decided I really need to share what happened to me last night with the world.

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Josh was at work, the baby was asleep and I was upstairs watching TV. I hear my phone ring downstairs and go down and answer it. It was my dad, he didn't say why he called but handed the phone to my mom. Apparently he's moving back to the desert and they were out furniture shopping for him.*

Anyway, after I got off the phone I decided to make a snack. I went into the kitchen and turned on the light but nothing happened. I pulled the cord for the light and still nothing.** So I turned on the dining room light and again nothing. (it was evening and still a bit of light out so I wasn't talking on the phone in the dark or anything). So I walk over to the front door and tried those lights, nothing was working. I noticed that the door was unlocked and I knew I'd locked it before going upstairs.

Then I noticed that the french doors to the spare room were closed and I definitely knew I hadn't closed those.*** I tried the switch leading to the spare room and flicked it on and off a few times. I could see the light go on and off from under the door. It was then that I realized someone was in my house. Not just was someone in my home, but they had disabled all downstairs lights except the one for the room in which they were hiding.

I ran up half the stairs before realizing I needed to make it seem like I didn't know what was going on. So I slowly went up the second set of stairs and let out a large yawn hoping to fool the intruder into thinking I was clueless. I get to my room and climb into bed, under the covers, pretending to be asleep, just in case. ****

That was when I heard the footsteps on the stairs.

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That was when I woke up. Heart racing, sweat pouring from every pore on my body. That was possibly the most real-feeling dream I've ever had. I had to shake Josh awake to cuddle with me before I could go back to sleep.

The rest of the night was no better. More scary, bad dreams. Can't remember any of them though, maybe that's for the best.

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*Even if my dad did move back to the desert I highly doubt he and my mom would be out furniture shopping. Hint #1

**There isn't a cord for the kitchen light Hint #2

***Our spare room does not have french doors, in fact it doesn't even have a door. Hint #3

****Seriously, if this was a true story I would have gone straight to my child's room, picked her up and climbed over the balcony to go for safety.