Last night, someone knocked on our door. I’d been sort of expecting this, because there’s a vacant unit in the complex, and the management always puts their “RENT” sign on our shutters, so people decide to come talk to us, and then Finn has a conniption and we have to calm him down. However, I did not expect people to come knocking at ten at night.
So I open the door, and there stands a sort of portly middle-aged guy with a mustache and a just slightly lazy eye. He says “What room is Elizabeth in? ‘Cause I think she’s in a situation that she doesn’t want to be in.”
“Yeah you do.”
“No, I really don’t.”
“Don’t play games. You know. She lives in the complex back there.”
Now, I think maybe I’ve met Elizabeth in the parking lot, but I’m not sure which of the other tenants she is, and I certainly don’t know which unit she’s in, and I’m not really comfortable unleashing this guy on her.
“Look, I just live here. I don’t know the other tenants.”
“Oh.” He seems slightly taken aback. “You’re not the owner?”
“No, I just rent this unit. I don’t know where Elizabeth lives.”
“Well, she’s drunk, and this guy drove her home, and I … followed them back here, and I waited five minutes, and he hasn’t come out yet, and I just want to go check on her, and if she’s OK, then I’m out of here.” He pauses. “She’s a friend. We work together.”
…OK, so now we’re out of mysterious hostile creepy and into stalker creepy.
“Sorry, I don’t know which unit she’s in.”
This is a little bit of a lie. I suspect it was Elizabeth who came home about an hour ago and felt bad because we disciplined Finn for barking at her. She parked next to our car, and that spot belongs to unit 3. However, I have no reason to help this guy, and a general “don’t be complicit in the creepy” reason not to.
“Do you mind if I go around back?”
I kinda do, but it’s not really my business, and I’m not sure what I could say.
“Go ahead, if it’s open.”
I guess it was, because I didn’t hear from him again. I feel sorry for Elizabeth, though, and complicit in the ew.