Our house was almost broken into today–OR SO I THOUGHT. Here’s what happened.
(Mom, Dad, Ate Kat, and Ate Den. . . if you’re reading this, I’m okay! No cause for worry! )
I stayed at home today since I was recovering from a weird fever. It was around 1:15 in the afternoon and I wanted to take a quick nap. Suddenly, loud banging on the door brought me to full consciousness. I got out of bed and checked to see who it was.
I peered through our peephole and saw a guy outside with a menacing look on his face. I kid you not. Of course, he was still banging the door loudly, twiddling with the knob, and demanding that I open the door.
Now I have no idea who the guy was, much less what he wanted. I went to the door, and without opening it, asked for what he wanted.
He did not answer and instead banged the door all the more loudly.
At this point I was already O_O and I quadruple-locked the door for added safety. Thank God for bar-locks, chain-locks, and countless reminders from parents never to let strangers in (My parents trained me well in that department).
Immediately I went upstairs to call my supervisor, who was incidentally my neighbor and an active member of our association’s committee. I asked him to contact security because some weird guy was trying to break into our house and was still doing so loudly. I called my roommate to let her know what was happening. All this time I could feel my heart pounding loudly against my rib cage. I looked through our peephole and noticed a package outside our door. I DID NOT want to look at it.
I was so much in shock of what was happening then. My roommate was getting in touch with our apartment’s security. While exchanging text messages with her, I began to cry. If you knew me well enough, you’d know that this is my all-around mechanism—I cry whether I’m angry, happy, sad, delirious, or in this case, freaked out.
A couple minutes later the security head of our building knocked on our door–in all my weepy, shocked glory. LOL. He was very pleasant and unassuming and asked if I was expecting a package. He didn’t ask me a lot of questions–probably because my roommate had already gotten in touch with him in the first place, or because I looked too shocked to answer any questions at all. After a brief exchange he left.
Turns out the guy was a messenger. . . who ended up going to the WRONG DOOR. Why he was being so menacing and cantakerous I had no idea. Good thing the security head gave him a good talking-to–when asked why he was demanding for the door to be opened and whatnot, messenger guy says he was in a hurry. Which is not an excuse to bang down someone’s door, hello?
But yeah. I’m done. I’m glad this is all over. Hahaha!