A little backstory...I'm a 32 year old male, above 6' and 180lbs. I’m recently going through a divorce, and my wife moved out of our house.
I put our house up for sale, and I have moved out into my own apartment as well.
Not too long ago, I was physically assaulted by someone who was “hired” by my soon to be ex-wife, so I’m a little under the weather.
I have 38 stitches, a concussion, and just got out of the hospital, so I’m in no shape for much of anything right now.
I have not forwarded my mail, or changed my address to my new apartment for safety reasons. I have my mail going to a P.O. Box instead, just to be secure. This is an important part of the story.
I am laying on my couch watching baseball (or waiting for the game to turn back on due to the rain), I’m flipping through channels, and my doorbell rings.
It was almost 8pm and I was not expecting any visitors, nor did any of my friends tell me they were stopping by.
I ignored the doorbell, and just turned the TV down even though the volume was already extremely low.
5 minutes later and the doorbell rings again, so I got up and tip toed to the door because the floor creaks a little when you get close.
I looked out the peephole and I see a seemingly innocent petite looking woman (5'5?) in her mid 20’s(ish) standing out there just waiting.
I put the chain on and I open the door, and she immediately greets me by saying my name. I do not recognize her, so I respond, “...and you are?”
She held up a pie and said, “I’m your neighbor, I live in C2. My name is Alicia.”
Just for reference, C2 is across the hall and 1 over, so I can see the door to that apartment, it’s just diagonally to the right across the hall. / pretty much like that.
I look at her door, I look back at her and I hesitantly undo the chain. I take the pie and look down at it, and then I ask, “How do you know my name?”
She let out a little giggle and answered, “One of your pieces of mail accidentally wound up in my box!”
I made a skeptical face, and there was a pause before I said, “I don’t receive mail here.”
She wiggled an envelope in front of my face that was just a personal letter addressed to me, nothing professional like a bill or anything viable.
There was no return address, it was just addressed to me with my name and new address. I took it, then I told her that I’ve never seen her there.
I’ve met the guy who lives there, but I’ve never seen her. She giggled again, then said that she had just moved in and extended her hand to shake mine.
I usually give a firm handshake because I don’t believe in wussy handshakes, but this time I have to admit I did a pretty wimpy shake.
She gave me a huge grin, raised the tone of her voice a little and said, “It’s nice to meet you…” and when I didn’t respond, she lowered the tone of her voice and said, “neighbor.
” She looked me up and down for a moment, and then looked me dead in the eye with a straight face.
She waved, and she then went down the hall to the elevator instead of back to her supposed apartment. I threw the pie away, and opened the letter.
It is unsigned, and none of it is really relevant to me. The only thing really accurate is my name and new address.
I’m a little creeped out, but wondering if I’m just paranoid...