So a couple yrs I moved out of state with a boyfriend. Was super excited about it however with reason had anxiety about being so much from family and friends. One of the reasons my anxiety was coming out was with nightmares as well as 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 audio of our doorbell ringing. Which at 4 in the morning is fucking nerve wracking. So I shook my boyfriend fully awake and informed him I heard the doorbell and also to go check it since I was scared. He quickly jumps up. Puts on clothes and grabs a bat. Goes all the way to the front door and opens it. I, scared shitless, am peeking around the corner watching it all go down. I see him step outside and I nervously await the verdict of the scenario while I notice him call out to me. Babe? And I react real shaky, Yes? He stands in the doorway with a real frustrated tired look in the eyes of his and says, We do not have a fucking doorbell.