Alarum, alarum

When I lived in Cheltenham four years ago, my hosts left me alone for a week, because they went to Spain to practise their Spanish. The day they were set to return, I wanted to tidy up a bit, so I took out the garbage. As soon as I left the house, a draught slammed the door shut. At that point I was incredibly relieved and proud of my sense of anticipation since I had rushed upstairs just before to get the key just in case...but the door wouldn't open again. Something inside the lock must have moved because of the violent blow. Judith had told me that the neighbours had an extra key so I went over and asked them for help. They couldn't open the door either, so I waited in their living room, watching The Perfect Storm until my hosts came home. With a little bit of wiggling the key around in the lock the door did open again, but I've been heavily traumatised since that day.

Last night, another traumatising incident took place. I was watching Cape Fear in my room (on my laptop *grml*), when I took a break to fix myself something to eat. On the ground floor, I heard an alarm and went to the window to see where it came from. I saw neighbours looking strangely at my hosts' house, so I went outside and asked them whose house or car the alarm belonged to. You already know the answer. For the rest of the evening, I was paranoid, expecting the alarm to go off any time again, therefore I triple checked every one of my steps. Talking about the development of neuroses...
What must have happened is that the alarm was accidentally switched back on when the keys were in my pocket. When I walked into the kitchen, I must have set off the motion detector and the alarm started howling.

This is the culprit. No, not the cute little "hunny" eating bear, Thomas :P