So a couple years I moved out of state with a boyfriend. Was really excited about this but with reason had anxiety about being so much from friends and family. One of the reasons my anxiety was coming out was with nightmares and night terrors. I'd wake up violently sitting up in a cold sweat, gasping and whatnot. On one distinct night I'd woken up the audio of our doorbell ringing. Which at 4 in the morning is fucking nerve wracking. So I shook my boyfriend completely awake and said to him I heard the doorbell as well as to go check it because I was scared. He quickly jumps up. Puts on clothes as well as grabs a bat. Goes all of the right way to the front door and opens it. I, scared shitless, am peeking around the corner watching everything go down. I see him step outside and I nervously await the verdict of the situation when I listen to him call out to me. Babe? And I react genuine shaky, Yes? He appears in the doorway with a real frustrated tired look in his eyes and states, We do not have a fucking doorbell.