I was sound asleep and dreaming, dreaming something about a piano being delivered and they`d then got to the front door and were ringing the door bell.
The sound of that bell was so real.
And I awoke, and could still hear the bell ringing, it sounded like my front door bell. It couldn`t be. I looked at the bedside clock it was quarter to three in the morning. It was dark. Then I heard it again, yes it was my door bell.
I was alone in the house, I felt alarmed. Whatever it is, I`m not going to answer the door I thought. It must be teenagers on the way home playing about. It went again. So I stumbled out of bed and went into the other room to look out of the window and down to the front door. I couldn`t see anyone there, nor anyone in the road. Did I imagine it? I looked at my car, yes that was still there ok. I went back to bed.
A few minutes later my phone rang. What to do? Should I answer it or not. By now I was feeling more alarmed, I could feel my heart thumping, perhaps something was wrong and someone was really trying to get me. I looked at the number showing on the phone, it was a mobile number, so that didn`t tell me anything.
To answer it or not? I decided I`d better answer it, so I picked it up and said a very curt `Yes`, not my normal way of answering the phone. I somehow expected to hear no reply, but a voice said, It`s Xxx...... I`m so sorry to ring you in the middle of the night, but I`ve just driven all the way up to here (the house next to mine) and I`ve been trying for half an hour to get my key to open the door and it won`t, can I bother you for the key you hold.
Putting on my dressing-gown I went downstairs and got the key for him. So relieved that it wasn`t bad news or anything like that. Then I went back to bed, but sleep was a long while returning.