I travel a lot, and sometimes people tell me about their nightmare stories and strange, creepy encounters.
But on occasion, I have to deal with that scary guy… right in my own neighborhood.
Security, where art thou?
Security handles many issues around my residence building, such as drunken trespassers, broken furniture in the hallways, and residents losing their keys. Sometimes, obsessed exes try to reach their former lovers by sneaking in.
Every once in a while, they get a scary guy.
They have their jobs cut out for them and have many duties, including accepting packages for residents.
I don’t allow delivery people to drop packages at my door. Want to know why?
More often than not, they will magically disappear in broad daylight.
Once, someone savagely ripped open my package, grabbed the items, and left the cardboard scraps and receipt at my door.
Geee… thanks.
Where do all these package thieves come from?
One day, I received an alert from a security guard that I had a package delivery, so I put on my coat and ran downstairs.
I had to exit the grand urban fortress to get to the security booth.
By the time I got to the booth, no one was there.
Was this a joke?
They left a sign that read, ‘We’ll be right back,’ so I waited a few minutes.
For security reasons, they locked the guest entrance’s glass doors. I’m sure the porch pirates have nothing to do with this.
Then, I had a bad gut feeling, and my inner voice told me to turn around.
Whoa…
Out of nowhere—the scary guy
A person was advancing like wildfire towards me.
With a shaved head, massive tattoos on his face, and arms flexed, he glared at me.
His dreary gray and blue clothes hung off his body intact, but he looked oily and beat up.
And what did he clutch that little black trash bag? His lunch… or… a weapon?
My heart jumped out of my chest.
Where did security go? I looked harder at the booth as if someone would magically appear.
What do I do?
The scary guy stormed towards me as I blinked and looked behind me—as if Superman was coming to save me.
He stared me down, telepathing his intentions to oust me. So I stepped to the side…
Way, way to the side…
He stomped up to the top of the stairs to meet me and gave me a death look.
Thoughts about running and calling someone flooded my mind… but I had left my cell phone upstairs.
Dang it…
I started to loop the keys between my fingers in case I had to swipe at him like Wolverine.
I said one word
Then, I thought fast as he approached.
I lifted my head like a true boss, squinted my eyes, and cocked my head to the side.
“Hello…” I said with the most resounding voice I could muster.
He backed away like a lowly dog who knew his place in the pack. His eyes cut at me—as if I had just scolded him hard.
Yeah… back off…
He headed to the glass doors and tried to shake them open. Then he ran to the side door and karate-kicked it.
“How do I get in this place?!” he yelled.
I lifted my chin higher and said, “You need to see security.”
He grabbed the handle, shaking and pounding the door. Deep growls echoed from his belly. Then he flipped over the trash can near the steps.
BANG!
While he desperately tried to break into the building, I crept out of the security area, ran to the side door, and let myself in.
I ran down the hallway until I reached the elevator. When I got to my floor, I scurried into my unit and locked the door behind me.
CLUNK!
Then, I called the management office to report the deranged man breaking into the building.
The receptionist answered, “I just looked out the window. No one was there.”
“Really? That’s weird. He was right there… I just saw him. I left and entered the building through the side door,” I said.
“Side door? I just called the repair man… it doesn’t lock,” she said. “I hope he didn’t follow you in…”
Updated: November 19, 2024
