I saw his eyes

“For a little background, I’m a 27 year old female and I recently just moved into a nice apartment in a “safe” neighborhood with my two dogs, Charles and Wigwam. Charles is a Corgi/German Shephard mix and is the most loving, but overly obnoxious dog while Wigwam is a Lhasa Apso who is quiet, sweet and most definitely, scared shitless of his own shadow.

I’ve only been in my new place for about a month and after this experience, I highly doubt, I’m gonna make it here for the duration of my year long lease. The way these apartments are set up, is that each floor has its own set of doors that lead to four apartments and a fire escape door that only opens from the inside. I’m on the backside of the building, which places my patio about 10ish feet from the fire escape stairs.

I take my dogs out 3 times a day (midnight being the latest I will go out by myself) and everytime I leave my apartment, I put the bar lock on my patio door and lock my front door without fail. About a week ago, we had a snow storm and I had cracked my patio door because, well, I love cold weather and I’m a fucking adult and if I want to watch the snow fall, then I can do as I please!! (Mistake #1…..I let my guard down because I’m a stubborn twat).

It was around 11pm and I decided that since it was getting late, I should take the dogs’ out for the night and since they both hate snow, this would be a quick trip. I go to lock the patio door and decide against it because I’m on the freaking 5th floor and I’m only going to be outside for a few minutes. i get the dogs ready, grab my keys and lock my door as I leave the apartment. I get down to the designated pet area with my beloved “snow hating dogs,” and let them do their thing and then back to the apartment we go and we get back in safely….or so I thought.

This is where I thought I was losing my mind, but in actuality, shit was about to get real. As soon as we walk into the apartment, my dogs run over to the patio door and I notice the door is shut and the bar is locked (Mistake #2…..I immediately thinks that’s stramge, but didn’t connect the dots). I go into the kitchen to get dog treats and both dogs start going bay shit crazyand growling at a large cedar chest in my living room and as I’ walking to see what all the commotion is about, I see a pair eyes creeping from under the chest lid. I stood there for about 5 seconds before I realized what I was seeing and calmly, walked backwards to my front door , opened it and told my dogs “lets go outside,” and they ran out, without leashes and I immediately get them and myself in my car, lock the doors and call the police. The police show up in less than 5 minutes and they go up to my apartment and after about 20 minutes, 2 officers are dragging a 40ish year old fucktard out of my building in cuffs and the plot thickens.

This dude had been watching me since I moved in and had been staking out my place, waiting for an opportunity to get inside because he knew I lived alone. If that’s not creepy enough already, he had a fanny pack since its still 1990 and he had a pocketknife, needles, ketamine and a picture of me from the day I moved in and his plan was to sneak in through my patio door, wait for me to fall asleep and god knows what else. Needless to say, I didn’t sleep for days because I thought he would come back. Luckily, the bastard is still in jail but I’ll never forget those eyes.” — lilpickle06

He said I was fertile

“On a rainy night, in the era before cell phones. I was 18, walking a very long way home from work, and I foolishly accepted a ride home from a strange man. (Small town girl, living in her lonely world, and I had just gotten off a double shift.) He was elderly, acted genuinely concerned for me, and I saw a Bible in the back seat. Probably safe, right?
The car was old and broken down, and he had to get out to open the door for me. It took him a while as he had trouble walking with a bum leg. He told me the passenger door didn’t open from the inside. I immediately felt weird but years of “nice girl” training told me “he’s gone to so much trouble, don’t say no”.

We chatted for a while and he politely complimented my uniform, my hair, and told me I looked like his late wife, and that her spirit must have led him to help get me home. It sounded very sweet the way he told it.

The conversation turned to if I was still in school, what my hobbies were like, and gradually turned to whether or not I was on my period. Which was rude but he acted like it was going to be the punchline of a joke, so I laughingly asked him why he would want to know. He said, very calmly, “Because if you’re fertile we should start trying for a family right away.” oh shit.