Locked

This is a very odd story. One that I have pondered for 5 years now. I still have yet to understand how it happened.

My whole life, I had hated the thought of doing things in your sleep. Especially sleepwalking. The thought of walking around, doing things you would normally do, but you’re asleep. Some people have died from sleepwalking. A woman once walked of a dock and drowned while sleepwalking.m

This story started with my parents came over for the weekend. Just to catch up. Nothing special.

We talked a lot and had dinner at some really fancy (and very expensive) sushi place. It was great.

After they left, I fed my cat and went to sleep.

I woke up, standing in pitch black. I panicked. I didn’t know where I was, and I couldn’t see anything. I felt my heart thumping, and I started to breath heavily. Luckily, my cat heard me. I was in my basement. My cat opened the door, and I could see. A feeling of relief washed over me.

Then I realized something that you probably already did. I sleepwalked.

For a normal person, this wouldn’t be a problem. In fact, some may find it funny if they sleepwalked. I…HATED… sleepwalking. I felt queasy. I tried going back to sleep, but I couldn’t. I stayed up all night.

The next day, I went to a hardware store and bought some rubber door stoppers. It is important that they were rubber. When I was ready to go to bed, I closed my door, bent down, put the door stopper in the door, and hit it into the door with a mallet. I tested the door. I could not open it no matter how hard I pulled. I went to sleep.

I woke up again. In pitch black darkness. This time I knew where I was. That cold hard concrete on my feet was unmistakable. I knew where I was, but I didn’t know how I got there. That door couldn’t possibly been opened with that door stopper. Then I realized. I bent over, hit the side of the door stopper with the mallet, pulled it out, and opened the door. Exactly what I was going to do when I woke up. In my f*****g room.

I knew how to get out this time, as the moon was out, and a bit of light was shining through one of those small windows just under the roof. Note, this window did not turn.

I opened the door, went to my room, and cried. Once again, this may sound silly to you, but the thought of sleepwalking made me shiver. I couldn’t stand it.

This time, I was so tired that I fell asleep anyways. I had a nightmare. This was concerning, as I have never had a nightmare. Not even as a kid. So I knew this was a problem.

By now, I was through. I went to the hardware store, bought concrete mix and some bricks. I was gonna put bricks behind the door to the basement. I got the bricks, concrete, and a butter knife for putting concrete on the bricks, and went to the door. I went to open the door.

It was locked.

Then I remembered. I had lost the key to the basement over a year ago. It was the only way in.

After that, I never sleepwalked again. And it confuses me to this day. I told my brother, the previous owner of the house, about this, and looked at me in awe and asked me,

“You had it too?”