I’m going to have to stop telling stories about my house or no one will ever come to visit. Oh well, here is another one.
S was in kindergarten and I had started to work full time 3rd shift. At around 7:30 am, I would come home kiss my little girl and husband goodbye. K would see S to school and I would shower and sleep until 2pm when I would rise and pick her up. It makes me tired just thinking about it now.
This day was like any other. I heard K close and lock the front door as I stepped into the shower. In my mind’s eye all I can see is the shower scene from Psycho, but I know it was no where near that dramatic. My world was in Technicolor not black and white.
Hot relaxing water washed away all the evidence of a hard night’s work. I think I was starting to relax when I heard the front door open and close.
Now as you know we live in an old house and no one could ever sneak in without us hearing them. There is no mistaking that sound. The door opened and slammed shut. LOUD, STARTLING, it shook the house. My mind was racing.
Then who was it?! I thought “I am here by myself, and there is a stranger in the house! What am I going to do?!” I stood still listening and listening for any other sounds, but heard nothing. Was there someone creeping around just outside the shower curtain?! I thought the element of surprise was on my side. What is the last thing a home intruder would expect? That thing was me.
I jumped naked and screaming from the shower, a trail of watery foot prints on hard wood floors. Some how scooping up a walking stick Granddaddy had made us. Down the hall, into the library into the living room. No one was there I checked all the doors. Locked. My heart was beating out of my chest as water pooled on the floor at my feet.
At first I was a little embarrassed and then I was frightened. What had caused that noise? I still do not know. Needless to say, I did not sleep much that day.