Old Apartment / The Intruder

4.15.17

I was living in my old apartment in San Francisco. It was pitch black outside--in the darkest hour of the middle of the night. I had a mumbling older man inside my house, dark-skinned, who was possibly on drugs--out of his mind. I may have hired him to do some kind of job, though I don't remember. I think I paid him, and then I walked him to the door and locked it. I went about my business, and then thought, if I unlock the door, will the man still be right there? I had a terrible, ominous feeling. So I unlocked the bolt and it immediately started to open--I freaked out! I bolted the lock. I ran to my room and closed the sliding door, and I tried calling 9/11. I recall it being very hard to see. The phone didn't seem to be working. I slid down to the floor, sobbing uncontrollably, trying to get the phone to work...