I watched the movie Vacancy this weekend and it reminded me of a story from my past. True story, nothing made up. This happened about 7 years ago. I was renting an apartment with one of my friends. We rented a 2nd floor apartment because we thought it would be safer.
I came home one night around midnight after hanging out with my ex husband. As I walked in the front door I could see that my roommates closet light was on due to it being open a crack. Now this wasn't unusual behavior since she would do this often to leave some form of light on for when we or she came home. I turned on the living room light and the kitchen light and picked up the phone to call my ex and tell him i got home. We spoke for maybe 10 minutes. I turned off the kitchen light and walked into the living room and turned off that light also. Then I realized it was pitch black in the apartment, so i turned the light back on and thought well maybe i just thought the closet light was on... So I turned on the kitchen light, turned on the hallway light and proceeded to open the hall closet. Nothing. I turned the corner and checked the linen closet, nothing. Checked the bathroom. Went into my room and checked it out. Nothing. My last stop on my journey was Jen's room. I turned on her light and looked under the bed.
Now, I have no idea what I would've done had I actually found anyone hiding. But it seemed like a good idea. I might also mention, that we had friends who lived in our complex with us. One of those friends being a rather big large guy. Did i call him? No, i figured it was nothing.
So my actual last step in my find the boogie man hunt was the closet of Jen's room. The door was closed, so I flipped the light switch and gave it a second. I slowly opened the door and found nothing!
So I'm safe right? So I turn off all the lights I have now turned on and get ready for bed. I turn on my fan and my stereo in my room so i don't hear anything and get settled in. As I'm laying there trying to fall sleep I see the hall light come on. I get up and check out my window to see if my roommate is home. Her parking spot was under my window. Her car was not out there. So i start contemplating my next move. I crawl back in bed thinking maybe she couldn't drive home and got a ride. I start to hear thumping and pounding and general sort of chaos going on in the hall. I am getting really scared. Then whoever was out in the hall bangs on my door so hard I thought it was getting kicked in. Here it is, I'm going to die. My door didn't actually get kicked in but I was sure there was a hole on at least the other side. I look at my phone and think about calling 911. That would be logical. But how are they going to get into the apartment! I can't have them kicking in the door, then what are we going to do! I can't go open it for them, because the crazy killer is on the other side of my door. I think about calling my friends who live in the complex, they have a key. But i decide I don't want them to get hurt. So what do I do? I squiggle down in nook between my bed and the wall and put my blankets over my head and start praying. That's right. I'm the stupid girl in the scary movies that runs up the stairs instead of running out the front door. Apparently my prayers worked because I feel asleep and didn't wake up until 7:30 the next morning.
I got up and checked my roommates room. She was there fast asleep. I didn't want to wake her knowing she go tin late, so I left for my dads house for the weekend. It's about 3 hours away. When I got there I called the apartment to tell Jen what happened. She didn't answer the phone. I called her cell but there was no answer there either. So i left a message to call me at my dads. She did and I told her. She then proceeded to yell at me about leaving her with someone who was OBVIOUSLY trying to kill her. since I'm still alive she figured they were after her. She stayed at her parents house that weekend and I went and picked her up when i got back into town.

When I got to her folks house her brother and 1 of his friends came with us back to the apartment to check it out. I told them all exactly what happened and we went in. They went straight to the closet. Saw that there was ceiling popcorn on the shelves and on the ground. So they went up into the crawl space where they found a pitch fork and all the firewalls knocked out to the other apartments. We call ed the cops they couldn't do anything but take a report since nothing besides a break in occurred.
Through out the next couple weeks we would notice lights on when we would come home, the sliding glass door would be open, all the cabinets would be opened. Things we didn't leave open. Dude was telling us he was still coming in. Our wonderful management staff was worthless and didn't do anything and couldn't understand what we wanted from them... Needless to say I moved out as soon as I could.
Thankfully nothing happened and we were safe. Hopefully nothing like that happens again and I don't act like a dumbass.

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I watched the movie Vacancy this weekend and it reminded me of a story from my past. True story, nothing made up. This happened about 7 years ago. I was renting an apartment with one of my friends. We rented a 2nd floor apartment because we thought it would be safer.
I came home one night around midnight after hanging out with my ex husband. As I walked in the front door I could see that my roommates closet light was on due to it being open a crack. Now this wasn't unusual behavior since she would do this often to leave some form of light on for when we or she came home. I turned on the living room light and the kitchen light and picked up the phone to call my ex and tell him i got home. We spoke for maybe 10 minutes. I turned off the kitchen light and walked into the living room and turned off that light also. Then I realized it was pitch black in the apartment, so i turned the light back on and thought well maybe i just thought the closet light was on... So I turned on the kitchen light, turned on the hallway light and proceeded to open the hall closet. Nothing. I turned the corner and checked the linen closet, nothing. Checked the bathroom. Went into my room and checked it out. Nothing. My last stop on my journey was Jen's room. I turned on her light and looked under the bed.
Now, I have no idea what I would've done had I actually found anyone hiding. But it seemed like a good idea. I might also mention, that we had friends who lived in our complex with us. One of those friends being a rather big large guy. Did i call him? No, i figured it was nothing.
So my actual last step in my find the boogie man hunt was the closet of Jen's room. The door was closed, so I flipped the light switch and gave it a second. I slowly opened the door and found nothing!
So I'm safe right? So I turn off all the lights I have now turned on and get ready for bed. I turn on my fan and my stereo in my room so i don't hear anything and get settled in. As I'm laying there trying to fall sleep I see the hall light come on. I get up and check out my window to see if my roommate is home. Her parking spot was under my window. Her car was not out there. So i start contemplating my next move. I crawl back in bed thinking maybe she couldn't drive home and got a ride. I start to hear thumping and pounding and general sort of chaos going on in the hall. I am getting really scared. Then whoever was out in the hall bangs on my door so hard I thought it was getting kicked in. Here it is, I'm going to die. My door didn't actually get kicked in but I was sure there was a hole on at least the other side. I look at my phone and think about calling 911. That would be logical. But how are they going to get into the apartment! I can't have them kicking in the door, then what are we going to do! I can't go open it for them, because the crazy killer is on the other side of my door. I think about calling my friends who live in the complex, they have a key. But i decide I don't want them to get hurt. So what do I do? I squiggle down in nook between my bed and the wall and put my blankets over my head and start praying. That's right. I'm the stupid girl in the scary movies that runs up the stairs instead of running out the front door. Apparently my prayers worked because I feel asleep and didn't wake up until 7:30 the next morning.
I got up and checked my roommates room. She was there fast asleep. I didn't want to wake her knowing she go tin late, so I left for my dads house for the weekend. It's about 3 hours away. When I got there I called the apartment to tell Jen what happened. She didn't answer the phone. I called her cell but there was no answer there either. So i left a message to call me at my dads. She did and I told her. She then proceeded to yell at me about leaving her with someone who was OBVIOUSLY trying to kill her. since I'm still alive she figured they were after her. She stayed at her parents house that weekend and I went and picked her up when i got back into town.

When I got to her folks house her brother and 1 of his friends came with us back to the apartment to check it out. I told them all exactly what happened and we went in. They went straight to the closet. Saw that there was ceiling popcorn on the shelves and on the ground. So they went up into the crawl space where they found a pitch fork and all the firewalls knocked out to the other apartments. We call ed the cops they couldn't do anything but take a report since nothing besides a break in occurred.
Through out the next couple weeks we would notice lights on when we would come home, the sliding glass door would be open, all the cabinets would be opened. Things we didn't leave open. Dude was telling us he was still coming in. Our wonderful management staff was worthless and didn't do anything and couldn't understand what we wanted from them... Needless to say I moved out as soon as I could.
Thankfully nothing happened and we were safe. Hopefully nothing like that happens again and I don't act like a dumbass.

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