I have been experiencing this a lot where I live, in a bungalow in a small Yorkshire village. only in the middle of the night and it's spooky but very cool.
At first it’s funny, then it’s annoying, and then it’s worrying, and then you look it up on the internet and relax because you find out that hearing an imaginary doorbell going off in the night is a thing, and you are not having some kind of medical episode.
When you think back on it, now you know, you realise it could never have been the real doorbell because the sound that woke you abruptly from sleep was too close, too loud, sounded almost as if it were in your head. Your actual doorbell gives a polite ding-dong, and the box is through your closed bedroom door and down the stairs and round the corner, and there is no way it would sound so loud.
Your googling shows that it’s not uncommon. For some people it’s the doorbell, for others it's a knock on the door, and both are related to the crackling electrical zap that some people get as they are just falling asleep.
Even so, when it happens and you jerk into wakefulness, it’s hard not to wonder. What if this time it was, what if it were the police, there are elderly relatives and children now living away and bad news, terrible news, the worst news, arrives with a polite ding-dong, a banshee replaced by a gentle chime.
So, quite often when you hear the sound in your dreams and you wake, you get out of bed, lift the blind, peer down at the front door, just in case.
It might be that one time you’re startled to see a family standing there, in the early hours of the morning. Mother, father, two children who look older than six but younger than ten. They’re dressed smartly, and don’t look distressed, just stand there, waiting in front of your front door. They don’t speak to each other, just wait. They don’t look up at your window, just wait.
Do not open your door. They are not in trouble. But you will be. Oh, you will be.
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