Lindsey

But I have something to tell people.
And no freaking out.
No, I’m not pregnant. We’ve had that discussion.
Today, I was coming home from a long, hard, strenous day at Applebee’s. It’s raining, and I pull into the parking lot. I’m a little afraid of being alone at night, so I’m on edge. When I get to the outside door to my building, there is a creepy looking dude standing outside smoking – I’ve never seen him before, and he’s talking to himself, things like “she’s a good one, that’s ok, I think so” etc. I tried to shut the outside door behind me, but it didn’t latch. I walk downstairs, and realize, I’m home alone, and I have to turn the lights on – he will know what apartment I’m in, and that I’m home alone. But, I tell myself, stop being paranoid and obsessive. He’s jsut hinking out loud. Well, anyway, I go in, turn the light on, go in to pee, and panic. I finish peeing, don’t flush the toilet so as not to make too much noise that I can’t hear anything, and go to the living room to get my phone. I’m in the middle of typing a text to Bryce telling him I was freaked out, and what should I do, when I hear the outside door open, and then the inside door open. I stand up on edge. Suddenly, someone is pushing hard against the door and turning the knob furiously. I go to the door and yell “knock that the F*** off!” And it stopped. I ran to the kitchen and grabbed two of my super sharp Santoku knives, one that is pointy and another that is super sharp. I heard another door open, but I’m not sure if it was to another apartment, or the inner complex door.
I grabbed my phone, and called Bryce, who didn’t answer because he is still at ‘bees. I tried to call our friend that is working with him but constantly texting, but B called back before he could answer, and I tell him whats going on. He’s like “Call the police” but I didn’t want to in case it was just another rooms guest or something. So we agree that I will call Wayne to come over and sit with me til Bryce gets home in like 2 hours, but I will call the police if anything else happens.
So I am sitting at my apartment with Wayne waiting for Bryce.
Now, the question I have is, am I paranoid? Did the guy make a mistake and try to get in the wrong apartment?

But then again, what are the odds that the same night I feel creeped out by a guy, he tries to get in the apartment? Was he trying to get in if he could, and then going to his friends? I know that if he tried to, he would have known where I lived. Should I have waited in the dark til I heard him come in? I mean, you can’t live your life constantly fearful and all that, but should I have trusted my gut? Should I have called the police? Am I over-reacting by still thinking about it? What happens when I sleep tonight? Should I consider getting a gun? Why did he try so hard to get in this door – would he have tried that hard at the apartment he was trying to get into? What are the odds the apartment he was looking for was one of the three others on our floor? I don’t know. I’m a little on the paranoid side anyway, but too much for me.