I could hear him in my bathroom, shuffling through my linen closet. I knew that any minute he would realize there was nothing of value in there and come rifle through the rest of my bedroom. He would see my laying in bed, quivering and begging to not be hurt. He was going to pull me from my sheets and drag me outside – I had to get out of there.
I saw one angry eye peek through the bathroom door, it was almost too late to get out. I sprinted to my bedroom door and slammed it shut, still shaking with fear. I pulled on the door knob and used my entire body weight to hold it shut. Oh how I wished I could lock the door from the outside. I knew that if Isaac would just wake up, things would be okay, I would be safe. He was sound asleep in the bedroom across the hall, I had to get to him. Without letting go of my doorknob, I reached across the hall to try to open his door. My arms felt like they were pulling out of their sockets, but I just couldn’t let go of my doorknob. I knew the angry intruder would immediately open the door and capture me. I reached and reached for several minutes with no success.
There was no way I was going to reach Isaac’s door while still holding onto my own. I let go of my doorknob and in one single bound jumped through his door and into his bed. I was shaking from head to toe, terrified of the man who was going to burst through Isaac’s door any minute and drag me outside. He was angrier now that I had tried to keep him locked in my room, he was going to take out his anger on me. I grabbed Isaac tight and he petted my back, comforting me.
And just as quickly as the night terror started, it stopped. I woke up. It was only a dream. Well, I can hardly call it a dream – more of a horrible, realistic, blood curdling nightmare and sleepwalking episode. I remember every horrifying second of my 5 minute door battle with the man in my imagination, and when it was over I’m not sure whether I was more scared or embarrassed.
“But….it felt so real” was all I could say. I stayed cuddled up to my night terror protector for a few more minutes until I stopped shaking and padded back to my own bed. Never a dull moment in our house.
The next night I visited Isaac again in my sleep, but this time it was a much happier event. I simply wanted to say “hi” and see what he was up to in the wee hours of the morning. I knocked on his door, stepped in, and happily waved. I can’t remember if he waved back or ignored me, but apparently it was satisfying enough for sleeping Courtney and I went right back to my own bedroom without a peep.
That same night, I went into Isaac’s room three more times. I don’t remember my other adventures into his room, but by Isaac’s exhausted face the next morning I could tell I was pretty disrupting.
I have a feeling that my recent spike in sleepwalking and night terrors are a result of watching countless hours of The Walking Dead. Seriously – I’ve watched 2.5 seasons in a little over a week. I just can’t stop, and it’s really messing with my head. For example, the other day I pulled into my driveway when it was dark out and I got a little scared to get out of my car (not abnormal for me, I tend to worry that there is a serial killer hiding in my bushes). I looked over and there were a few birds playing in my grass and I instinctively thought “oh good, there are birds playing in the lawn, that means there are no zombies around.” WHAT?! Not okay. I’m starting to lose it. Thankfully I’m almost done with the third season so I can chill out on the zombie shows.