so I just got out of the shower when I saw the handle turn as if someone was trying to get in. I stood there a second in complete and udder fear. Then it did it again. I think I should mention a crucial bit of information first though; at this point in the day, nobody was home and I swear to god, I almost had a heart attack. I said “who’s there?” only to be met with no reply. There was no knocking, no talking, no anything. Then a noise that made my heart sink came out from the silence. It was my dog panting. I then realized there was thunder, he was scared, and he was trying to get in. As you can imagine I was delightfully overjoyed that there was, in fact, no serial killer/rapist standing outside my bathroom door but I was still pissed that my dog scared the living bajeezus out of me.
I hope you enjoyed my little tale. That is all.
