It was the night before Thanksgiving, and Y had gone to see her parents in C. I was alone in the study, enjoying the quiet and catching up on a little work, when I heard a noise coming from behind me. A large, insistent noise. The sound reminded me of when I lived in NOLA and, once or twice a year, someone would come by and try to open my door at 2:30 am. And, upon finding it locked, try again, just harder. And then, not believing that it wasn't working, put their shoulder into it.* And continue insistently long enough to wake me up.
So, I got up, and went out into the living room to see who was trying to break into my house. Now that I was in the center of the house, I could tell that the noise was definitely coming from the back door.
I turned on the lights and went to the back door. There was no one there, but the banging and the knocking continued. And so, I turned and looked out of the window... ( And I saw this!Collapse )
* Being an exterior door, of course, it opened outward.