So a couple yrs I moved out of state with a boyfriend. Was really excited about it however with explanation had anxiety about being so far 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 specific night I'd woken up the sound of our doorbell ringing. Which at 4 in the morning is fucking nerve wracking. So I shook my boyfriend completely awake and informed him I heard the doorbell as well as to go check it because I was scared. He rapidly jumps up. Puts on clothes as well as grabs a bat. Goes all of the 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 hear him call out to me. Babe? And I respond real shaky, Yes? He stands in the doorway with a genuine frustrated tired look in his eyes and states, We don't have a fucking doorbell.