I got into an elevator with one other guy and he asked what floor I lived on.
I lied and said 3.
He pressed 3 too.
When the doors opened, I stepped out and just stood there pretending to look for keys.
He didn’t move.
Just stared at me from inside the elevator.
Then quietly pressed the button for 11 after the doors closed.
I waited until the elevator disappeared, then ran down the stairs to the lobby because suddenly I didn’t want him knowing which hallway I’d actually walk into. I told myself I was overreacting. Maybe he just changed his mind. Maybe 11 really was his floor.
Then the lobby security guard looked at me weird and said, “You okay?”
I asked why.
He said, “That guy’s been coming in here for three nights asking if anyone new moved into the building.”
My stomach dropped.
I stayed downstairs pretending to be on my phone for almost twenty minutes before finally going back up. I took the elevator to 8, got out, then used the stairs to reach my actual floor.
And when I turned the corner to my hallway, he was there.
Standing outside my apartment.
Just waiting to see which door I’d walk to....
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