Was ready to stab someone today. Just a little while ago I was sitting in bed reading with my door opened a crack. I thought all my housemates were gone with the exception of Brie who was sleeping in her room upstairs. I heard a clatter like the front door being open and Kristie's dog start barking and growling and a male voice trying to calm her down.
It seemed very unusual for the dog not to calm down fairly quickly, and I couldn't hear the voice clearly, but I was all adrenaline, jumping off my bed, quickly yet quietly shutting my door and locking it.
I ended up standing there at the door for five minutes debating what to go out there with even after I heard the television turning on and playing. I wasn't quite convinced. So I finally do go out with my bath robe (needed to bathe anyway) and the cooking knife my mother gave me and that I have been keeping in my room along with the bowls, silverware, and all the non-refrigerated food stuffs I have bought since moving here.
But it is just Ran sitting on the couch watching The Soup.
When I asked him why the dog had been barking he explained that he clattered the glass he was drinking out of on the table and the dog thought it was someone at the door. I sheepishly sheathed my knife and took my bath.
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