You get the sudden urge to slam your door shut and hide yourself away.
You realize it is too late she's already inside your hive. You can feel her breath on the back of your neck. You realize you're probably hallucinating that part but it doesn't make it feel any less real.
Inside you're screaming, begging the gods of time to turn back the clock and to allow you to redo the last hour of your life.
You idiot. You fucking imbecile. You belligerent asshole.
Gods don't exist.
You snap out of it and then decide you need to get stuff done and you might be overreacting.