I am starting to believe that my apartment has a very strange history. Who in the world used to live here?

First, Comcast gives me a hard time about installing new service. Something about there’s still an open account at this address so I can’t open one because it could be fraud. Ummm ok.

Then a few days after I move in, husband and I are coming back from the store. There’s this girl banging on the door. I ask if I can help her and she gets an attitude and tells me no. I then ask who is she looking for because she’s knocking on my husband’s door. “Oh..so & so don’t live here?” No lady, she doesn’t. (Yes I typed “don’t live here” because that’s what she said.)

Of course there was the whole phone situation, I won’t go into that again.

But today was the strangest of them all. I am in the room working and I hear someone knock on the door, then they ring the doorbell. I thought it was the Mr. but I was wondering why he would keep knocking if he knows sometimes it takes a minute to get to the door.

Next I hear someone struggling to place a key in. They are turning and turning the key and it’s not working. I know it’s not the Mr. because he wouldn’t be struggling to get in like that.

*key turn, key turn, bang, bang, bang*

I peep out the window and there’s this scary looking thug guy .

*Quick do I grab a knife and open the door or do I just open it?*

I opened it and once again I was faced with the “how can I help you?” He says, “They told me apt. xxx”.

I am thinking; Excuse me? What is this? Someone coming to place a hit? “Do you know (insert name)? They told me to come to apt. xxx”

“Sorry, I just moved here” I said.

“Alright” he said and he ran down the stairs.

Did I almost get murdered or am I over reacting? Gosh someone please beam me back to the suburbs.

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