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So tonight at around 11PM there came what sounded like two very sharp knocks on the front door, making me and the cat very wary. I tried to look out the peephole and didn't see anything because it's too high in the door for my short self, and decided not to answer the door, because hey - it's way too late.
And then a couple of minutes later, again, only louder, scaring the hell out of me and the cat. That last time something like this had happened - in my previous apartmetn complex - some drunk person had barrelled into the parking lot and smashed up several cars, and some guy was running around trying to find out whose cars they were and let them know what happend. But now I was just angry at how loud the damn knocks were and after looking out the peephole again and not seeing anything, wrenched the door open, to ... nothing.
Which, in a way, was slightly more freaky than haveing someone there. I'm thinking the guy in the apartment above me was dropping heavy things in the area of the apartment right near the front door. Because it's either that or some sort of pissed-off discorporate entity and seeing as how I'm a skeptic... well, now.
It still took me like fifteen minutes for my hands to stop trembling, but both I and the cat have calmed down now. It's pretty amazing how something as stupid as this can affect you. I'm pretty glad i opened the door anyway, because I would have been even more nervous thinking that there was someone there trying to get in.
I really need to get around to asking the apartment if it's feasible for them to lower the peephole or put another one in. I don't want to drag a footstool to the door and look out because when poeple selling magazines and stuff like that come by, if they hear anything on the other side of the door, they'll sit there and knock until you answer it.
And then a couple of minutes later, again, only louder, scaring the hell out of me and the cat. That last time something like this had happened - in my previous apartmetn complex - some drunk person had barrelled into the parking lot and smashed up several cars, and some guy was running around trying to find out whose cars they were and let them know what happend. But now I was just angry at how loud the damn knocks were and after looking out the peephole again and not seeing anything, wrenched the door open, to ... nothing.
Which, in a way, was slightly more freaky than haveing someone there. I'm thinking the guy in the apartment above me was dropping heavy things in the area of the apartment right near the front door. Because it's either that or some sort of pissed-off discorporate entity and seeing as how I'm a skeptic... well, now.
It still took me like fifteen minutes for my hands to stop trembling, but both I and the cat have calmed down now. It's pretty amazing how something as stupid as this can affect you. I'm pretty glad i opened the door anyway, because I would have been even more nervous thinking that there was someone there trying to get in.
I really need to get around to asking the apartment if it's feasible for them to lower the peephole or put another one in. I don't want to drag a footstool to the door and look out because when poeple selling magazines and stuff like that come by, if they hear anything on the other side of the door, they'll sit there and knock until you answer it.
