So I'm shaking like a leaf right now but I'm going to try to compose myself enough to get this all down.
At maybe 10:00 tonight there's a knock on my front door. I'm not expecting anyone, but I figure it's probably one of my neighbors reminding me that the community "parking lot party" is coming up soon. I open the door a little, just enough to see out, and there's a guy there that I don't recognize. I still have my hand on the door handle, and he tries to open the door further and I stop him.
"Oh," he says. "This isn't Rebecca's* place." He immediately turns around and leaves. "No," I call out after him. "Sorry."
(I have no idea why I apologized. For not being Rebecca? I don't know.)
This didn't bother me too much, and I went about my day. So I'm sitting at my computer for literally the rest of the night, working on my manuscript and some homework, and it's almost 1 AM now. When all of a sudden, my cat gets all excited and runs to the door like he does when he sees my mom or Shaun coming. I hear some noise outside, but it sounds like someone going into Rebecca's place, so I ignore it.
Then I hear the unmistakable sound of my outside door being opened (I have a little hallway outside my main door) and then, before I even have time to investigate, THE DOOR TO MY APARTMENT IS OPEN AND THERE'S A MAN IN MY LIVING ROOM.
My brain was able to comprehend that there was a stranger in my house and that I needed to take action, but it had no idea what type of action to take. It decided to have me put out both my arms (as though I was warding off an attacker) while shouting as loud as I could, "WHOA! WHOA! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?!?!" (very effective, brain.) The poor guy, who had just mistaken my apartment for that of his friends across the way, between his shouts of, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" managed to get out, "Do you know where Paul* lives?"
I slammed the door on him and locked it, but then opened it a crack when I realized he was just looking for his friend. I apologized (here I go! apologizing again! wtf!) and he assured me that he would have reacted exactly the same way. I tried to tell him where Paul lived, but my brain was still so panicked that I couldn't even remember who Paul was. Eventually it sounded like Paul came outside (summoned by the sound of my panicked screaming?) and they left together.
Once he was gone, the rest of my nervous system realized that I had just had a massive adrenaline spike, so I've been shaking uncontrollably for maybe 20 minutes now. It's 1:30 now and I've finally calmed down a bit.
I cannot believe this happened not only once but TWICE today. I'm triple checking the lock on my door from now on!
*names have been changed.