The Bogey Man

So grain harvest has come and I now never see my husband. It hasn't been a fun week. We both weren't looking forward to Monday since it'd be the first night we're apart. That night James told me that he'd call me after he'd taken a shower. So I decided to take a shower too so then when he called I could go straight to bed. By the time I got into the shower it was eleven at night. James and I live on the second floor and I always have the chain on the door when I'm alone (it's really easy to break into our house otherwise). About five minutes into my shower I start to hear noises. It sounded like it was coming from the kitchen. I started to get scared. My co-worker at work has been telling me about this t.v. show that features stories about how people survive through some horrible experiences. A lot of them had to do with people breaking into houses and beating them up. I was trying to convince myself that it was the people who lived downstairs and that no one could get in through the balcony plus the chain was on the door. The bathroom door was half way closed so I couldn't see out into the hall. All of a sudden someone walked into the bathroom and I lost it. Poor neighbors. I'm surprised we didn't get the cops called on us. I was screaming so loud. James had decided to come home instead of staying at a motel. He felt so bad for scaring me...it took a while for me to calm down. I think he learned his lesson though.