10.30 pm - snuggled under doona, house still, eyelids heavy. Daughter and friend staying over quiet - DVD quiet. All is well.
Deaf-ear piercing scream.
Banging, thumping, thudding.
Homicidal, axe wielding maniac at the window?
'Want me to get it?'
Giggle giggle. Scream.
'I'm right Mum.'
Scream, thud, bump, slam, gasp, swear - repeat for 30 minutes.
Husband, who refused to be stereotypical and rush to the rescue, swears harder and louder, flings back the doona and storms to the room of fear.
Hurrumphs back to bed. 'It's dead now.'
Calm descends once more - punctured by giggles.