Scaredy-Cat

This about sums up my face while locked in the bathroom waiting to be rescued, due to my imagination tricking me into thinking someone was coming up the stairs to attack me.

20 something years ago when I lived in a wee townhouse in Paris, that did actually happen to me. I met him on the landing. He assaulted me, smiled, until I shouted "f**k off you f*****g c**t in his face and chased him down the stairs to where he'd carefully laid his jacket up on entering the house.

Once every few years something gives me the fear and my mind plays tricks. I'm ok now.