It’s like a Hollywood Movie

I’m home alone.

It’s dark out.

I’m watching a scary movie. As I am wont to do.

The heroine is trapped in a cabin, alone, in the dark. She’s got a gun, but she can’t see anything. There’s someone after her… but she doesn’t know where he is.

She’s breathing heavily. She keeps pointing the gun in different directions– is he over there? What’s that sound? Is he behind her? Where is he?

And then, right as the music fades out and all you can hear in apartment is the heroine’s panicked respiration….

….THE PIZZA GUY KNOCKS REALLY LOUDLY ON MY FRONT DOOR.

(There may have been screaming like a little girl.)

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