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tenlittlebullets) wrote2011-11-22 02:34 am
tenlittlebullets) wrote2011-11-22 02:34 am
WHAT THE EVERLIVING FUCK
It is 1:30 in the morning. I live in a ground-floor apartment. I am in my bedroom, merrily tapping away at my computer when I hear someone tap on my window.
I look up and catch a brief glimpse of someone disappearing into the bushes, and there is a note propped in the corner of the window that says "I LOVE YOU."
Since I'm in a fucking enormous apartment complex, I have a look out the window, see no one, assume drunk college students being drive-by creepers is a more likely possibility than an actual stalker or creep lurking in the bushes, and keep half an eye on the window as I go to write a weirded-out LJ post.
Fifteen minutes later, the note has fallen over and out of the corner of my eye I see someone's hand reaching over to prop it back up. Whoever-it-is flees as soon as I look up.
WHAT THE FUCK
SERIOUSLY, WHAT THE FUCK
I can count on one hand the number of people I know who'd do that for the lulz, and they all live in Massachusetts, which means someone I don't know is lurking outside my window leaving me creepy notes at two in the morning. Have called security, someone came over, said he'd look around the area and come by my window in five minutes or so to collect the note. It's been twenty minutes. The note is still there, and I'm pretty sure I heard voices outside, which I hope means that the security guy collared Secret Admirer still lurking in the bushes.
Will keep you posted, Eljay, and I sure am glad my window locks.
ETA: So the voices outside were security talking to the cops. At least they did get the cops involved?
ETA 2: Apparently security did find some dude a-creepin' in the bushes outside the building with a sketchbook. Whaaaaat. He ran off before the cops could get there.
I look up and catch a brief glimpse of someone disappearing into the bushes, and there is a note propped in the corner of the window that says "I LOVE YOU."
Since I'm in a fucking enormous apartment complex, I have a look out the window, see no one, assume drunk college students being drive-by creepers is a more likely possibility than an actual stalker or creep lurking in the bushes, and keep half an eye on the window as I go to write a weirded-out LJ post.
Fifteen minutes later, the note has fallen over and out of the corner of my eye I see someone's hand reaching over to prop it back up. Whoever-it-is flees as soon as I look up.
WHAT THE FUCK
SERIOUSLY, WHAT THE FUCK
I can count on one hand the number of people I know who'd do that for the lulz, and they all live in Massachusetts, which means someone I don't know is lurking outside my window leaving me creepy notes at two in the morning. Have called security, someone came over, said he'd look around the area and come by my window in five minutes or so to collect the note. It's been twenty minutes. The note is still there, and I'm pretty sure I heard voices outside, which I hope means that the security guy collared Secret Admirer still lurking in the bushes.
Will keep you posted, Eljay, and I sure am glad my window locks.
ETA: So the voices outside were security talking to the cops. At least they did get the cops involved?
ETA 2: Apparently security did find some dude a-creepin' in the bushes outside the building with a sketchbook. Whaaaaat. He ran off before the cops could get there.