Hey all! So this next encounter happened a little while after the bakery incident. As to which encounter is creepier, well, this one always makes me more uncomfortable because of how close to home it hit. At least creepy bakery guy never got to where i lived.
So, to set the stage: i’m dicking around, trying to figure out what i want to do in life. My uncle has this shitty little one-bedroom house in a cul-de-sac he lets me stay in for basically a pittance in rent. Me with my shitty little retail job has never heard anything better, so i move in there.
Literally the first ten minutes i’m there, creep#2 pops out of his house one over and across from mine. Think Mr. Heckles from Friends but tan and bald on top. I got to the house first in my truck because i want to coordinate my male cousins and brother in the u-haul, and i guess an unaccompanied female was just too much for this guy to resist.
He started talking before he was all the way across the street, just this constant stream of talk that kind of runs into itself. I think he was talking about the people that lived in the neighborhood before. Anyway, he goes off on this long rant about how the people who lived in the house before me bred pitbulls and let them tear up the lawn, and how he worked with the owner to help him re-seed the yard. I manage not to laugh as i tell him the owner(my uncle) had been the previous tenant, owned one beagle, and that the lawn had never been torn up. I was kinda curious as to how he’d react. The guy just blinked and gave his head this weird little sideways shake and went off on another tangent. That would become all too familiar to me in the coming months, the guy would never admit to a lie, just start off on a new one.
Anyway, at that point, my crew showed up and we did some righteous moving. I noticed Heckles popped back into his house as soon as males showed up, something that would also become very familiar to me in the coming months.
Heckles would never knock on my door to see if i was in, he would stand at my front window with his face right up against the glass and his hands around his face. Creepy. Anytime i was out and unacompanied, he would whip out of his house and come over to me, talking constantly. It was more annoying than scary at this point, the dude just had an idea that i was this young, naive girl that needed his advice. Problem was, i wasn’t, and what’s more his advice was always wrong. He would tell me things like refrigerator bulbs couldn’t be replaced, so he would help me remove the back paneling on my refrigerator and swap it out. Or he would tell me to do flat-out illegal things, like pour motor oil down the drain.
Well, about the time i got back together with my on-again, off-again guy friend, that’s when it took a turn for the creepy. The dude turned from advice to complaints(he’d show up at nine at night complaining my dog was barking and i’d be like wtf? What dog?) and i started finding all these little things amiss around the house. My outside faucet would be on when i went out in the morning. My mail would “accidentally” wind up at his place, even though it had not happened even once before. Once i nearly shit myself when i came back home from work and found the front door unlocked. Nothing was missing, but all my couch cushions were rearranged and there was a glass in my dish drainer that wasn’t there when i left.(thank god he didn’t steal my underwear) When i was outside with a man, even if it was one of my relatives, Heckles would sit on his porch and glare.
The last straw was when he slashed my tire.
I have no idea what set this tantrum off, i guess it was because my boyfriend spent the night that night? He usually didn’t, but i had a bad case of the horns and suddenly my twin mattress wasn’t too narrow for two people. When i stepped out for work the next morning, i noticed my truck was at a distinct angle. Before i even got all the way to the truck, Heckles was out of his house and legging it fast over to my house.
He was trying to tell me about a girl he used to knew had her tires slashed the exact same way. That’s about all i could extract from it. I was at the end of my patience and was like, fucker, I know it was you! He blinked and did a head shake and started off on telling me how to change a tire. I yelled at him that i wasn’t a fucking infant, i knew how to change the tire on my own goddamn car. Well, bf heard the yelling and came out, so Heckles scurried back to his burrow. I called my uncle after letting work know i had to miss a day, because i wanted out of that place. My uncle told me to hang on, and not less than an hour later he was over with his tallest son.
My uncle wanted to talk to the guy directly (note: never do this) and get him to back off. He had looked up the house renter and, surprise surprise surprise, it wasn’t Heckles. My uncle had the idea that if he threatened him with eviction(again, not a good idea) he would back off.
So my uncle made a big show of walking over there and knocking on the door. No dice. He hollered at me to call the cops. All bluff, he wasn’t going to let the cops in on something as juicy as this.
Heckles finally opened the door and asked what he wanted, totally innocently.
My uncle said “you’re not the renter here, I looked it up.”
Heckles looked down at the ground and his reaction still blows me away: “please don’t tell anybody.”
So, as it turned out, Heckles had known the guy renting the house since before he went in the mental hospital. You heard that right, mental hospital. Heckles got out and his family had cut contact, so he decided to hit the guy up for a place to stay. Turns out the guy had a stroke at some point and wound up in the hospital. So Heckles was basically squatting in the place.
Well, when my uncle was done, the guy never went near me again. I know he got results, but i still wish i would’ve called the cops, because for all i know Heckles is still out there somewhere, unmedicated and waiting for the next stalking target.
Submitted August 04, 2016 at 02:54AM by jillojello99 http://ift.tt/2aviFgk LetsNotMeet
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