April 13, 2003
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I got to call the police this morning. At 8am. On a Sunday. Poor police. Poor ME!
At about 545am, I heard someone come into my supposedly secure apartment building. Then I hear them come up the stairs and start trying to open people's doors. This freaks me out so I wake E. up. We consider calling the police but realize that if we can hear them moving in the hallway, they will be able to hear us moving around. This freaks me out and makes me hide in the bed and hope they go away. (Someone else did call them and they found nothing apparently)
Spring forward to about 750am. Same thing is happening. Only this time, person(s), be they the same or different, are not only trying to open doors, they are pounding/kicking on doors and yelling "open the door" and "c'mon just let me fucking in." Again, I did not look out the peephole, because I have to use a stepladder to look out the peephole.
So, I call the police. They eventually show up, but said person(s) are gone. So, they check the building. Think maybe it was either a drunk who got in through one of the "secure" doors or else someone who had a key but was too drunk to remember what it was for.
yay for fun Sunday mornings!
Comments (6)
That sucks! You seem to have the worst luck with where you live. At least you are ok.
Oh, sounds kinda scary. Hope that's not a usual thing.
-Rae
Huh. Must be something about spring and drunks getting into random apartments. Found one passed out in my own living room two weeks ago. Yeah. Fun. Not.
When in doubt, call the cops.
Two thumbs up for moving.
Yipe, scary! I've had my place broken into once and had some stuff stolen. That was enough for me.
~Meta~
I'll be there to keep you safe, soon enough. At least it wouldn't be quite as scary with someone else there. Hopefully it doesn't happen again, though. I might pee my pants.
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