I glanced over my shoulder in time

This happened to me about 8 or 9 years ago when I was in college. It was a weekend and my boyfriend (now ex) was out of town visiting his family, so I was alone in the apartment we rented together. Most weekends he'd invite me along but he knew I wasn't big on all the family get-togethers and I preferred to stay home and have some alone time.<br><br>I was pretty comfortable in the apartment, walking around at night without much of a second thought. But this one night I was sitting in bed watching a movie and thought I heard our front door open and shut. I was confused because I was positive I locked the door, but then again I'm also very forgetful, so it was possible that I had forgotten. I figured it was probably my boyfriend, but when I called out to him there was no response. I thought the same thing: I'm a dumbass and *orgot* to lock the door, and some stranger had just walked in thinking no one was home. I pulled the sheets up to my neck and called 911.<br><br>I whispered to the dispatcher that someone was in my apartment. I was guided through what to do in case of a break in: get to a safe place and stay on the line. As I sat there, I started to feel very weird. The apartment was pretty quiet. We didn't have a lot of furniture and most of it was just a few bookshelves and a TV, so my intuition was telling me that whoever had just walked in had left. I thought maybe they got scared when they saw me in the bed and ran out. I told the dispatcher I thought whoever it was had left and she told me to stay where I was. I was thinking "fuck that, what if they come back? I need to find out if they're in here or not." So I decide to slowly get out of bed to check out the rest of the apartment.<br><br>I don't know how I was so calm, but my intuition was telling me that whoever it was wasn't there. I was looking around the corner from the bedroom, into the living room, expecting to see someone hiding behind the couch, but there was no one. I slowly walked towards the front door and saw that it was open, just as I suspected. Now, I *know* I locked that door, because I'm a paranoid person and always double and triple check our doors. But here it was wide open. I shut the door but didn't lock it just in case the cops showed up (they did, by the way, and nothing ever came of it. They looked around and said maybe it was the wind or our neighbors playing a prank on us, but there was no way that door was blown open by the wind.)<br><br>That whole night freaked me out. It shook me so bad that I couldn't go into that apartment alone again without panicking. My boyfriend had to take the rest of the week off so he could stay with me. I was so scared because all I could think of was that whoever walked in that night was going to come back. I looked into locks and pepper spray and pepper gel, and was just so on edge. Nights were the worst. I wouldn't sleep. I'd lie in bed staring at the bedroom door expecting to see someone walk in and shoot me or hurt me. I always keep looking over my shoulder but this was at another level.<br><br>I glanced over my shoulder in time to save my life. The cops didn't take me seriously. Hell, not even my parents took me seriously. "It was the wind." But I know that I locked that door and I know that I looked over my shoulder just in time.