Damsels in Distress

Just as I was falling asleep at midnight, I heard a light knock on my bedroom door. I told who ever it was to come in, and just then Lauren and Gauree tip toed in to my room. I wasn't sure whether they were about to laugh or cry. Upon asking what was wrong, they asked if I had left the back door open at any point that evening. I told them no, I hadn't used the back door all day, and they proceeded to tell me that they had just found our back door wide open, and that Lindsay had been hearing strange noises for the past half hour. I immediately jumped out of bed, grabbed something that would resemble a weapon if needed, and the three of us made our way downstairs to Lindsay's bedroom.

Lindsay had already locked herself in her room in fear that someone uninvited was hiding in our basement. A robber maybe? In our minds, this was completely plausible considering the state of our basement. Our basement can be accessed in the back of the house. After going down two flights of cement stairs, you will enter a dark room full of cobwebs and one dully lit light bulb. Next you will enter a larger room complete with a washer and dryer, and three rooms that anyone in our house has yet to enter. Absolutely no one enjoys being in the basement, unsure of what is in the rooms and nooks of our "beautiful" basement.

Anyway, we convinced Lindsay to unlock her bedroom door, but she wouldn't agree to come with us downstairs to see if any monsters were hiding in the basement. However, all of us slowly agreed that we were too afraid to see what was downstairs. That was when we started making phone calls.

I called three different guys that live around us, but no one was available to come slay the dragon hiding in our basement. Gauree called two girls and two guys, no answer. Lauren called two people, no response. Just when we thought we were going to all have to pile in to one of our beds that night to feel safe, Lindsay got a text from her friend Kenneth that he would be right over. Our knight in shining armor!

Kenneth arrived about ten minutes later on a white steed with one of his roommates. They didn't make fun of us for needing them to check our basement, and they even brought flashlights to check all of the creepy nooks and crannies of our basement, as well as the unlit rooms.

They boys found nothing in the basement, no robbers, no monsters, no dragons, not even a raccoon or a squirrel that had broken in. We breathed with a sigh of relief, told the boys thank you, and all slept with our bedroom doors locked that night.

Sometimes it's ok to not want to be the brave one. It's fine to ask for help and be saved once in a while. I'm sure the guys also felt pretty special that they were needed by a house of girls.

I guess we will never know why our back door was wide open. Creepy stories may just come with the territory when you live in a 100 year old house.