As soon as I got home from work, my neighbor started yelling at me: “Stop making so much noise, my head is already pounding from your voices”; at first I didn’t understand what she was talking about, because I hadn’t been home all day 

And then, with horror, I realized that for two months now, while I was away, some stranger had been secretly entering my apartment. To find out the truth, I decided to hide under the bed and wait for him… 

I came home from work tired and irritated, dreaming only of silence and a shower, but right at the door I was stopped by the neighbor from the floor below. She looked annoyed and immediately began speaking in a raised voice, without even greeting me.

— Stop making so much noise, — she said. — My head is splitting from your voices.

I was taken aback and didn’t immediately understand what she meant.

— What voices? When? — I asked.

— This morning, — she replied. — I woke up because of the noise in your apartment.

— That’s impossible, — I said. — I left the house at eight in the morning and only came back now.

The neighbor shook her head and confidently said that the sounds were definitely coming from my apartment. According to her, it was around nine in the morning. She even said she had gone up to my place and knocked on the door, but no one opened it. Then, according to her, the noise suddenly stopped.

I started to get nervous and tried to find some kind of explanation. I said there couldn’t have been anyone in my apartment. She suggested calling the police, assuming it might have been burglars. I refused and said that maybe I had simply forgotten to turn off the TV.

I went into the apartment and carefully checked everything. Everything was in its place, the door hadn’t been forced, and there was complete silence. No traces, no sounds. I went back out to the neighbor and said that she had probably made a mistake. We both decided that it was just a misunderstanding.

That evening I tried to calm down, but the next day the story repeated itself. The neighbor stopped me again and said that that day she had heard a woman’s scream coming from my apartment.

At that moment I truly felt uneasy. I realized that while I wasn’t home, something strange was happening there.

That night I barely slept. My thoughts wouldn’t leave me alone, and in the morning I made a decision. I called my manager, said that I wasn’t feeling well, and stayed home.

At 7:45 I opened the garage, drove out so that the neighbors could see me, then turned off the engine and carefully drove the car back inside. I returned home and hid in the bedroom under the bed, trying to breathe as quietly as possible. My heart was pounding so hard that it felt like it could be heard throughout the whole house.

Several hours passed in complete silence. I was already starting to think I was losing my mind when, around eleven in the morning, I heard the front door open.

The footsteps were calm and confident, as if the person knew exactly where he was going. He walked down the hallway and entered the bedroom. And then I saw his face…  The continuation of this terrifying story I told in the first comment 

When I saw his legs, everything became clear immediately. It was my ex-boyfriend. We had broken up two months earlier, and at that moment I remembered that I had never taken back the spare keys.

He knew my schedule perfectly and came here while I wasn’t home. And he wasn’t alone. He brought other women here, did it deliberately, out of revenge, believing he had the right to do so.

I crawled out from under the bed, and when he saw me, he turned pale. I didn’t explain anything and didn’t try to sort anything out. I immediately called the police and filed a report for illegal entry onto private property.

That day I finally understood that sometimes the scariest stranger is the one you once knew very well.