So now there are two cop cars sitting in front of my house. Just sitting their with their headlights on, not moving. Everyone upstairs (landlady and family) appears to be asleep.
Yeah, so I guess I’m not sleeping tonight.
ETA: Just talked to the cops. Apparently one of the neighbors called because the fucker was IN THEIR HOUSE.
I am DEFINITELY not sleeping tonight. And now, because I’m fucking scared, I can’t quit farting and shitting. Gotta love the PTSD/IBD combination.
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That’s fucking crazy. I hope that they catch that guy.
They didn’t find him last night, and I wasn’t able to give them a very detailed description of him. And it doesn’t sound like anyone was hurt, so they’re probably not going to launch a manhunt for him or anything. But it would make me feel better if they caught him, for sure.
I can imagine! I hope that they catch him soon!
hugs…
Thanks. 🙂
Oh no. I hope you are doing better now and have some word on this creep. Who needs this kind of stress?!
Cops couldn’t find him last night. I mean, they weren’t there until an hour after I saw him, although it sounded like he’d been in the neighbors’ house much closer to the time the cops responded. I gave them a description of the guy, but it was pretty general–Asian, young, in khakis and a blue button-down shirt. They asked if I’d seen a car, but I honestly didn’t even look because the guy was creeping me out and I just wanted to get back in my apartment. So unless the neighbors got a better description of him or his car, they don’t have a lot to go on.
How are you doing?
Still feeling pretty shaken and scared and exhausted. But I haven’t been axe-murdered, so I guess that’s something.
Please know when I say your story made me laugh I’m not laughing at you just the way you wrote about it. Hope you’re feeling better today.
When I’m upset or angry, things come out of my mouth (or fingers, in this case) sounding funny. I used to get upset when people would laugh, but I’m used to it now.
(I am kinda horrified to find that I wrote “their” instead of “there.” Just goes to show how truly freaked out I was because otherwise I would NEVER make that mistake!)
Thank you for understanding my comment. Emotions cause me to do things to. I was making a list of I hate it when blah blah blahs when suddenly I wrote I hate myself when blah blah. When I went back and read it it made me shake my head. More deep feelings coming out.