consciousness/training/amygdala_stories/stories/terrified.txt

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The footsteps stopped outside her door. Not walked past. Stopped. She was aware of her own heartbeat in her ears and of the fact that she was holding her breath and that her breath was loud. She moved her hand, very slowly, toward the phone on the nightstand. In the crack under the door, a shadow. The shadow moved. The doorknob — she watched it — very slowly began to turn. She could not get her body to do anything. The part of her that would normally tell her what to do had gone completely white.