What Gives You The Creeps . . .

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Neesy

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May 24, 2012
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Poor cat - looks like the banana has given him the creeps.
 

HolyTerra

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I'm more afraid of real things than imaginary things, though sometimes it can be hard to tell the difference. ;;D

One of my favorite quotes is:

"I do not fear Satan half so much as I fear those who fear Satan." -- St. Teresa of Avila
 

Van Blaricum

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The other day I was having coffee, and someone buzzed me around 9 a. I was not expecting anyone. I just moved here and anyone who knows I live here has my #. In case it is someone who is trying to pester me, I don't want them to phish my voice out of the box in confirmation so I didn't answer and ask who it was. I don't want to be held hostage by a buzzer that tells strangers weather I'm in my apartment or not. I don't even want people to know weather I live here or not so my name is in the mailbox but not on it.

When I didn't answer it, I assumed it was a wrong attempt, but then ten minutes later, it buzzed again. I got up and put my cape on, and waited quietly by my door, listening. In the end, that was it. But someone was out there waiting for over 10m. It made no sense, even if it was someone buzzing the wrong buzzer or locked out of their apartment. At 9 a. many other neighbors are home, so the idea that they would still be trying me 10m later ... sheesh. I fretted over it all day.

This morning, at almost exactly 9 a. my phone rang. I was lying in bed sleeping off my Revival hangover. I answered it, but no one said anything. Finally I said " Speak " and heard a click on the other end of the line as the creep hung up. I looked up the call and the phone company had no record of any incoming calls to my phone since yesterday. I'm still stressing about it.

Probably nothing, but in my life, that's never been the case. The little incidents pile up and I lose my sanity. I hate the phantom calls, the buzzer. I hate stalkers, they creep me out.
 

Out of Order

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Feb 9, 2011
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The other day I was having coffee, and someone buzzed me around 9 a. I was not expecting anyone. I just moved here and anyone who knows I live here has my #. In case it is someone who is trying to pester me, I don't want them to phish my voice out of the box in confirmation so I didn't answer and ask who it was. I don't want to be held hostage by a buzzer that tells strangers weather I'm in my apartment or not. I don't even want people to know weather I live here or not so my name is in the mailbox but not on it.

When I didn't answer it, I assumed it was a wrong attempt, but then ten minutes later, it buzzed again. I got up and put my cape on, and waited quietly by my door, listening. In the end, that was it. But someone was out there waiting for over 10m. It made no sense, even if it was someone buzzing the wrong buzzer or locked out of their apartment. At 9 a. many other neighbors are home, so the idea that they would still be trying me 10m later ... sheesh. I fretted over it all day.

This morning, at almost exactly 9 a. my phone rang. I was lying in bed sleeping off my Revival hangover. I answered it, but no one said anything. Finally I said " Speak " and heard a click on the other end of the line as the creep hung up. I looked up the call and the phone company had no record of any incoming calls to my phone since yesterday. I'm still stressing about it.

Probably nothing, but in my life, that's never been the case. The little incidents pile up and I lose my sanity. I hate the phantom calls, the buzzer. I hate stalkers, they creep me out.

Sounds like a call to the landlord is in order.
 

blunthead

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Aug 2, 2006
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The other day I was having coffee, and someone buzzed me around 9 a. I was not expecting anyone. I just moved here and anyone who knows I live here has my #. In case it is someone who is trying to pester me, I don't want them to phish my voice out of the box in confirmation so I didn't answer and ask who it was. I don't want to be held hostage by a buzzer that tells strangers weather I'm in my apartment or not. I don't even want people to know weather I live here or not so my name is in the mailbox but not on it.

When I didn't answer it, I assumed it was a wrong attempt, but then ten minutes later, it buzzed again. I got up and put my cape on, and waited quietly by my door, listening. In the end, that was it. But someone was out there waiting for over 10m. It made no sense, even if it was someone buzzing the wrong buzzer or locked out of their apartment. At 9 a. many other neighbors are home, so the idea that they would still be trying me 10m later ... sheesh. I fretted over it all day.

This morning, at almost exactly 9 a. my phone rang. I was lying in bed sleeping off my Revival hangover. I answered it, but no one said anything. Finally I said " Speak " and heard a click on the other end of the line as the creep hung up. I looked up the call and the phone company had no record of any incoming calls to my phone since yesterday. I'm still stressing about it.

Probably nothing, but in my life, that's never been the case. The little incidents pile up and I lose my sanity. I hate the phantom calls, the buzzer. I hate stalkers, they creep me out.
It sounds to me as if the person might be expecting the person who previously lived there to be there.
 
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