There is a man who visits my apartment building about once a day. I see him almost every day, and he always wears the same thing: khaki shorts, brown polo, golf shoes and high socks. He is overweight, has grey hair and looks to be around 50. I do not think he lives in my building; I always see him pulling his very old, beat up car into the temporary parking spot, leading me to believe he performs very short visits. I often see him leaving, rarely see him arriving. I have had two experiences with this man - once, we were both leaving at similar times, and he was behind me. He jogged in front of me, turned around and stopped directly in my path and asked: Has your bathroom smelled moldy recently? No, I responded, bewildered. He then turned on his heel and walked away. The second experience was in the Weis parking lot, where I saw him pull in with his car, step out, and stare directly at the sun for about five minutes before I lost interest and drove away. Tonight, when I got home from work around 1030, The man was arriving at my complex; just stepping out of his car and entering the building. This is a special occasion, because Ive never actually seen him arrive, only leave. I realized this was my opportunity to see where exactly he was going - maybe figure out what he was doing. He pulled open the first door and I was a mere two feet behind him - it seemed like he didnt even register my presence, not holding the door or anything. Second door, when we arrived at my floor, same affair - no registry of my presence. He walked very slowly and deliberately, and was holding a grocery bag. It held ice cream, juice, and what looked to be about 20 rocks. Rocks from the roadside, from a gravel driveway or something. He walked very slowly, and I trailed him, pretending to be texting so that my slow pace would make sense. I arrived at my doorway and he kept walking. I fumbled with my keys to eat up time, but he started to move slower and slower. I drop my keys to take more time, and he is now moving at barely a foot per second - sleepwalking pace. Now my key is in the lock and turned, but Im so transfixed by his strange behavior that I just stop and watch. He stops entirely in the center of the hallway and cracks his neck left and right, and I shit you not - the lights flicker. There was a thunderstorm tonight, so of course this can be rationally explained. But it was creepy nonetheless. He then spins around at full speed, whipping 180 degrees and locking eyes with me, sort of crouched down like hes ready to tackle me, except hes about 100 feet away. His eyes are wide and magnified by his glasses and, frankly, he looks like a lunatic. He then starts walking very quickly and deliberately towards me, so I step into my apartment and lock the door, peering out the peephole. He does not pass by. I go in my room and change my clothes, and about two minutes later, hear his plastic bag crinkling outside my door. I go to the peephole again and hes not there, but I can hear him scuffling away. I opened the door and there were a bunch of the gravel rocks on the floor outside my apartment. Thinking about buying a gun?
Posted on: Wed, 04 Jun 2014 02:55:55 +0000
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