nightmare

my husband and I are living in the house I lived in as a teen. We have my old bedroom even. It is night and I'm not aware of anyone else living in the house with us. My husband comes from the bathroom after readying for bed. The room is dark; just as he begins to climb into bed we hear a low, dying doorbell. It's so late and so dark that we decide to ignore it. We don't hear it again. In the middle of the night I decide to get us up to investigate. We walk from bedroom to bedroom and each is cluttered beyond belief, and---yet again---the light bulbs are burned out. We make our way to the ground floor and we find that the front door is cracked open---I am terrified thinking that someone may be hiding, lurking in the house. We stick close together and start in towards the living room--the room is dark.