Aliens

Quiet one on Saturday night. Excited for my new book and happy to be in pyjamas and warm and cosy in bed. Yet my days of the home invasion are not done.
It is about 12:30am, the wind is blowing like you wouldn't believe and I am up to Chapter Five where the girl is being attacked by a group of guys.
I think my mind is playing tricks on me when I hear that group of guys not just in my head but in my house!
"Hello, is anyone home?" I hear someone call, as I sit in my bed wondering if I should pull out my baseball bat that lives under it or just poo my pants.
I do neither and instead go down and greet my new guests. There are four of them and they look drunk. They are now standing in my lounge room looking like they own the place.
"Hi guys can I help you?" I think being polite is a good way to start.
"Yeah your door was wide open so we thought we would come and say hello." This guy is looking through my cupboard and pulls out a bag of chips. I wonder how long these guys are staying.
"Well, thanks for dropping by but I am going to sleep now. You are welcome to take the chips though."
They all look a tad confused, like something isn't right, but soon I am escorting them down to the front door - that is just as they said: wide open.
My visitors are gone and I send them out into the wild wind (and turns out the party a few doors up).
After getting up five more times, as my front door continues to blow open all night, I decide I have had enough and stack a huge barricade of boxes, with DVD's of my documentary inside, in front of the door.
Night ends with a sleeping bag and mini camping trip behind door all night.
And yes I think at some point there I did poo my pants (just a little bit).