don’t trust the cute neighbor!

This happened about 2 months ago. I’m a twenty year old girl and I had just asked my mom if I could move out into an apartment she of course went ahead and made sure the apartment was safe which it was so she agreed and let me move into it.

She helped me with the moving but my father couldn’t help because he had just had surgery and can’t lift any thing heavy which I was okay with me and my mom were strong enough.

I met with my landlord and he gave me the key and told me to keep my eye out for creepy people and my mom bought me mace (which is kinda like pepper spray but more painful). The landlord told me I should meet up with some of the people who lived in the apartment and told me they were very friendly.

I didn’t have much to moved into my apartment so it was fast and easy. I decided to take a shower then meet up with about three or four of my neighbors. So I hoped into the shower for about 3 minutes. I was dressed and ready to meet my neighbors when I heard a knock.

I opened the door and saw a man in black who was tall and probably in his thirties. I noticed he was wet but not from taking a shower but from swimming in a pool I could tell he was in a pool from the smell of chlorine. He said hi and was happy to see a young girl moving in. I smiled and said that I felt bad for having someone have to live near me and we both laughed. I told him that I was joking and that I’m a calm person that would kill for a good book.

I asked him if he wanted to come in which he accepted my offer. I asked him if he wanted some coffee which like most adults would say he did. Now I didn’t drink coffee I prefer tea. I made him coffe and me tea.

We had random conversations and then he said that he needed to leave and take a shower because the chlorine smell was bothering him. I said goodbye and he told me this in a sweeter then normal voice “it’s nice to have a beautiful sweet girl live in this apartment and not an gross old creep.” I blushed of course being the shy girl I am. And he left.

Then I heard a buzz from my phone which startled me I checked my phone to see that I had a follower on Facebook I accepted it but then realized it was the guy I just met with it had his actual name which I didn’t pick up talking to him. And I also realized that I didn’t remember telling him my facebook account then thought how I had really random conversations with him and might have told him my Facebook account.

It was pretty late at night so I got dressed into my pjs which was really short shorts kinda like panties but a bit longer and a crop top. I took my dirty clothes and put them in a basket and went to the washer and dryers which then I noticed (let’s just call him Aaron) Aaron with shorts on and no shirt which made me blush and kinda glad to know that he was muscular and that if I had a problem he could help. I washed my clothes and noticed him looking at me.

I waved hi and he was blushing. He told me I could go back to my room and that he would bring my clothes to me. I accepted his offer and went to my room. Minutes later I heard knocking I yelled it was open and Aaron opened the door and walked in handing me my clothes and told me that I shouldn’t that I shouldn’t keep the door unlocked and asked me “What if that wasn’t me?” I told him that “I would scream as loud as I could, and asked him what would he do?” He  said “I would run as fast as I could and help you.”

We talked a bit and he went back to his room. I went to bed and woke up in the middle of the night with something heavy on me I couldn’t move so I just thought it was one of those nightmare that other people had. In the morning I realized that a lot of my clothes were on the floor. And freaked out running to Aaron’s room and pounding on his door. He open the door with a shocked look and I felt good that he was worried about me. He asked me “what’s wrong?” I dragged him to my room and showed him

 

 

 

A Special Cake

Let me start off by saying I am a female from Michigan, and this was one of the creepiest things that has happened to me. This is not shitting your pants scary, but if you had been in my place, it was scary as hell.

It was my 9th birthday, and I had my friends over for a party. I was a very babyish nine year old, so I had a “My Little Pony” party. I had five other girls, my best friend, Regina, this one girl, Holly, another girl, Kiki, and her sister, Gianna. Lastly I had my cousin, Fran. We had planned to have a sleepover, and as any nine year old girl would be… I was thrilled.

We played tag, and “Marco polo” in my pool. Holly and Gianna wanted to play hide and seek, so we decided to play that for a good hour. After games, my mom had called us in for cake, see, this cake was vanilla with blue icing,and  “Happy Birthday Lorraine” on the top in purple. Complete with all of the main characters of the my little pony series. Point is, I loved this gorgeous cake, and me, as well as my friends could not wait to dig in. They sang happy birthday to me, and we had the cake.

About a hour goes by, and we are up in my room.

We are playing the stereotypical “truth or dare” when Gianna throws up suddenly, all over my carpet. Of course, all the other girls are screaming and grossed out, and Gianna’s mom comes and picks her up not long after. About a half hour after Gianna is gone, we are watching “The Lion King” in my living room since my room is being cleaned by my dad.

That’s when, Holly, who is laying next to me, gets up and runs to my bathroom, and she vomits.

Holly is then picked up, and by this time, all the other girls are worried and are questioning why BOTH got sick. We went over everything we had ate, and all we had consumed was the pizza and cake. The rest of the evening was normal, and we all went to bed. It was now one AM, and Kiki wakes me up,

“Lorraine, Regina isn’t feeling well, she said her stomach hurts.”

Oh no. I thought, obviously worrying.

Regina, you guessed it, threw up a few minutes later. My mom considered getting Kiki and Fran picked up, worried that they would get sick, but she didn’t want to bug Kiki’s mom to come back out and pick her up, because she had picked up her sister not even four hours ago. And she also didn’t want to wake my aunt up to come pick up Fran, because my aunt had been pregnant and she didn’t want to disturb her sleep schedule.

It’s now four am, and I wake up, and again, you guessed it, I throw up. I run to my mom, and she gives me some water and a bit of Tylenol. Nobody else gets sick, and in the morning, they both leave early. My mom then gets a call that Fran is violently ill, and my aunt is worried. That’s my when my mom has had enough. She marches down to the bakery in which she got my cake, and asked to see the manager.

Long story short, some creep who had been fired and arrested about two days before my party, he had made my cake.He was fired and arrested originally because he had been putting rat poison in cakes and cupcakes. They found traces of it when a little boy that lived in our city had had a cupcake from there, and he got severe food poisoning. His mother rushed the boy to urgent care, and they found traces of the poison. My cake had been the last cake positioned.