Rough Night

Sometime last night i woke up to hear a clicking sound downstairs. I got up and walked into our front hallway and saw that the door to the basement was locked but someone or something was turning the handle trying to get in. The light in the stairway was on and I could see a shadow through the crack under the door.

I didn't have any kind of weapon but i knew if i didn't do something quickly, the guy would figure out how to pick the lock... After all, I think the key is above the doorway on the inside - that's a brilliant place to put it Zach!!! @!#%#@!$

So i figured I would try a move I saw on a movie once. I would crack the door and when he tried to come through it, I would lower my shoulder into the door and smash it into him - stunning him for a second so I can get his gun or whatever he has with him. I unlocked the handle and it slowly turned.

I waited for a few seconds but no one poked his head out or tried to move through the opening. I tried to yell at the person but all the sudden my throat was dry and I could barely breathe much less yell... Then it happened! I heard a 'clink' and then a scrape. Something was at my feet. I looked down and there was an empty clay flower pot. Stained with dirt. A hole in the bottom. Nothing else!

I swung open the door and looked into the lit stairway but there was no one there. There was no one behind me - no one in the kitchen - no one behind the door. I tried to yell again to see who was there. Still no sound.

Then i looked to my left and saw my alarm clock - it was 4:30 AM - I was in bed - sweating - wondering what the heck a flower pot was doing in my dreams.