>last night in VR playing rhythm games
>having a blast
>beginner but getting S's on some Hards
>jumping around
>dancing even, despite never danced before
>really happy
>it's 11:30 pm
>live in northern part of the world
>very dark nights so very little light
>finally finish song
>hear a knock
>mfw live alone and know no one in the area
>the knock continues
>stand there in the hallway of my apartment
>know that below me lives a mental patient
>who even attacked someone in our complex
>stand there with my heart racing staring the dark hall way
>knocking continues on a steady pace
>gets louder and louder
>I can't utter a word
>I'm drenched in sweat and in gay ass spandies and don't want to answer
>freeze in place and just wait it out
>knocking finally stops
>nervously call the only neighbour I know
>ask them if they were behind my door
>they weren't
>mfw it was the lunatic from below
>mfw they heard my footsteps
>mfw they probably wanted to "complaing" despite this insane asylum patient blasting music at 3 am waking up the entire complex and screaming bloody murder every month
>mfw now have a hard time enjoying dancing at home

[spoiler]I'm gonna get murdered, aren't I?[/spoiler]