WTF

I need to preface this by saying that my husband has been out of town nearly a week and just came home.

sunday's freak out:

I come back from grocery shopping sometime in the late afternoon, and I see some guy sitting on the bench in the lobby of our building, which is locked, eating a massive bag of doritos (which sound really good right now, by the way). he looked pretty comfortable like he'd been there for a while, or was settling in for the long haul. I didn't want to haul all the shit up 2 flights of stairs so I went for the elevator. while I'm waiting I notice that he's now standing right behind me. maybe not too close, but inching into that territory. we get on and he asks for the second floor. ok, my floor too, but whatever. he's standing a bit too close for the size of the elevator so I have my keys in my fist, ready to gouge his eyes out if he tries to introduce himself and shake my hand. at that point he stands right in front of the doors. when they open he exits in the opposite direction of my apartment and stops at the door closest to the elevator. I heard him messing with some keys but definitely not opening the door as I haul my ass into my apartment and immediately bolt and chain the door. I realize I shouldn't have gotten in the elevator the second he walked up behind me, or at the very least gotten off on a different floor and waited a while. but I didn't.

so at 10:30 or 11 that night someone knocks very quietly on my door...waits a minute or so and knocks, still very softly, again. I had immediately turned off my tv and was very quiet. maybe 30 seconds later I hear the door to the stairwell next to my apartment open and someone walking down the stairs.

now I'm afraid to take a shower while alone in the apartment. oh well. not too much longer here...