A Real Traumatic Scary Post Written During Holiday In Majorca

I had only received the keys to the home a couple of days in the past, and after generating hasty preparations with a nearby removals company, I had moved into my brand new home close to other Majorca villas within forty-eight hrs. Yesterday had been mayhem, with me directing the position of my few pieces of furniture to their various new locations, and finally my room being left with a mixture of boxes to be unloaded.

Slumbering in a strange house is constantly a challenging task with regard to most people, however somehow I had been successful in falling into a slight snooze. The noise that had awakened me from my mild slumber was distressing as you would expect. I ignored the concept that it was caused by some tiny boxes falling over due to some unbalancing, for the sound was that of a large furniture piece being pushed across the ground, and then of cupboard entrance doors being flung open in the kitchen area.

My very first thoughts were to telephone the Police instantly, however I recalled that I had left my mobile phone in the car, that was now securely locked in the car port down below. You always giggle if you notice these things occurring on films how can they neglect the cell phone. But this was the real world, and it was happening to me.

I silently opened the bedroom window and looked down on a empty avenue. Exactly what else had I hoped to see at 4 o’clock in the morning, a path thronged with people. I tinkered with the thought of sneaking downstairs and facing the burglar, but I am a bit of a coward, so I settled on securely locking the bedroom door and placing a stout chair underneath the handle.

There now, I had simply to watch for daylight, or at least the appearance of someone in the road beneath whom I could truthfully enlist in calling the law. As things ended up I had no time to hold back for help, the door to my room had been forcibly pushed. Something on the other side was snarling with the effort of trying to move the stout desk chair which was the one thing between me personally and whatever it was on the other side. I admit, I was filled up with terror and terrified witless at the thought of what might be there on my bedroom landing. I was unsure as to whether to stay silent, or to howl my head off in the hope of waking others in the path. Surely someone would notice my cries.

My throat was dried up and I realized that I had not inhaled for a long time. My cardiovascular system was beating like a drum within my chest area. Please someone, please make it go away completely. My vivid imagination was conjuring various images for what was frantically trying to get into my bedroom. I felt faint and powerless rather like a small child when faced with a huge ferocious canine. Exactly what could I do. What could I use to fight such an wicked opponent. Everything in the bedroom was useless as a means of defence, and I could not imagine a pillow case being considered as a high risk weapon.

A sudden noisy beat on the entry way brought me abruptly to reality. I opened up my eyes to find it was broad daylight. I looked at the bedroom door the chair was still there serving as a defence against the anonymous dread of earlier. Again came the banging at the front door, so I quickly put on my robe and stumbled down the stairway. I was shocked to find two police officers standing there. They were making enquiries about a prisoner who was at large after getting out from a local mental establishment. Had I heard any disruptions throughout the night. Should I relate my evening of terror directly to them, or just forget it. I made a decision to do just that. I made a cup of steaming refreshing coffee and ambled into the garage to retrieve my mobile phone from the front seat of my car. As I did so I became aware of a rapid movement behind me, and a big pair of gnarled hands shut tightly around my neck.

If only I had not left my mobile phone in the car.