inb4 I'm a woman in her early 20's who lives alone in a shitty apartment in a shitty neighborhood, in a small college town. I know now that this was a horrible mistake, and wish I could get out of my lease because I would move the fuck out instantly. I didn't realize how bad it when I first visited the complex. It was a sunny day in February, kids were out playing, people were walking their dogs. The building was motel style, a little run down looking, but the rent was cheap and it was close to my work.
Fast forward past several months of ordinary ass apartment living.
I start noticing a working-class looking middle aged white man who definitely doesn't live there hanging around at all hours, he drove a fairly plain but older looking black Mercury Sable sedan and he always. fucking. tried. to. talk. to. me. Never anything rude or anything, but he would come out of nowhere and try to make friendly small talk, as though he was just one of the neighbors. He overheard one of my neighbors calling me by my name, and started also doing this, as if he knew me. That's when I started to get really creeped out by this man. Around mid-April, after he had approached me around 10pm, I flashed a can of mace at him and I told him to fuck off. He put his hands up and looked surprised, backing away slowly. I instantly had a weird feeling that I had made a mistake, so I apologized and carefully went upstairs to my apartment. He watched me the whole way, but I chocked it up to him being freaked out by the fact that I had just threatened him.
I didn't see him again for a while, and that made me second guess him: was this guy really a creep? had I thwarted a creep?
About three weeks later I hear a knock on my door around 7pm, just moments after I had come home from work. I didn't think anything of it: probably a lost guest.
That's when I hear my name through the door, followed by "it's management, open up, the ceiling is leaking downstairs and I need to check your plumbing." It's that man. I don't say anything. I turn off the lights, thank god I live on the third floor so I don't have accessible windows, and I call the cops. They come over, make a huge to-do with lights/sirens--the whole bit. They come back saying they can't find the man or his car. Well no kidding buddy, y'all didn't exactly sneak up on him.'
I didn't hear or see that man again, but according to friendly neighbor (the only person in my building I really knew) a lot of people had seen him around and a lot of people found him creepy. He had pulled similar shit on a woman on the first floor--calling her name and following her to her apartment. She called the leasing office who called the cops, and they escorted him off the premises and barred him from the property. So we figured that would at least deter him.
Fast forward a few weeks later to July, I was out of town for the weekend of the Fourth, when I got a call from management saying they had come to perform a safety check on me because of a concern from a neighbor and found that my apartment had been broken into. I assured them that I was fine, requested that they make sure to secure the place, and told them I would be home on Sunday to assess things. I chocked the whole "safety check" thing up to someone having probably just seen the burglar(s).
I ended up coming back to a really bizarre situation-the place had been ransacked but nothing was missing except for the contents of my desk drawer with my stuff for my taxes, a copy of my lease, and other similar paperwork; and a picture of me and my mom off the refrigerator (which I had chocked up to just getting knocked off and falling under the fridge).
A few weeks later I ran into friendly neighbor again and he weirdly expressed surprise to see me, casually asking if I had heard what happened. Well duh, I heard what happened, it was my apartment that got broken into. After some confusion (and quickly realizing we were talking about two entirely different things), I explained what happened to my apartment. He had no idea that had happened. But he suddenly looked like he was about to shit himself before beginning to speak, his tone obviously one of sudden distress.
Apparently on the 5th of July around midnight some woman was running around the complex screaming and banging on doors for help "because an old white man in a black sedan was stalking her". Nobody opened their door because it's a shitty neighborhood, but somebody called the cops.
When they got there, they found a part of a weave on the sidewalk next to the parking lot, but nobody could find the woman or the man or his car (by that point everyone knew about him and suspected him). Some nosy person trying to help the police found a picture in the parking lot. Friendly neighbor said, and said he saw it himself, that it was a picture of me with a middle aged woman. That's why they called management, that's why they requested a safety check on me.
I too suddenly felt like I was about to shit myself, and have felt ridiculously uncomfortable in my apartment and around my complex ever since. I feel like I'm being watched, stalked, followed. All of this stuff that's happened is just too bizarre to be a coincidence. I can barely stand to leave my bedroom. I've been too afraid to even take my trash out.
So, creepy guy who's clearly been stalking me, probably broke into my apartment, likely now has all of my personal information, and allegedly kidnapped a woman, LET'S NOT MEET AGAIN.
Submitted July 23, 2016 at 05:34AM by scaredwomaninapt38 http://ift.tt/2a41fYI LetsNotMeet
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