I am afraid I am being stalked 2

I live alone, keep in mind. But someone had emptied out the half gallon of milk from my fridge into a mixing bowl on the floor. I tried to turn on the light, but the switch just flicked back and forth. I turned on all my living room lights, got a flashlight and looked back in the kitchen. The lightbulb was shattered in the ceiling fixture. Some of the broken glass was on the floor and some of it was in the bowl of milk.

I stepped into the kitchen and there was this squelching noise of my shoe against some sticky liquid on the floor.

I noped the **** out of there and checked every inch of my apartment for signs of an intruder. There wasn’t anything else amiss and there was no one in there. (But let me tell you, pulling back that shower curtain was a terrifying moment.)

I brought over a floor lamp and plugged it in so I could see inside the kitchen.

That squelchy liquid? Mustard.

I don’t even know what to make of this. Does this make sense to anyone?? Someone had literally squirted my bottle of hotdog mustard all over the floor. There were these little rolling things in it. Further investigation showed that the jar of mustard seeds from my spice rack was emptied out everywhere. Little packets were opened and scattered all over my countertops. They were all the random packets of mustard I had lying around from takeout.

My kitchen was just a shitshow of mustard and milk.

I didn’t call the cops. I don’t know, should I have? What would I have even said? “Hey, guys. Someone apparently got into my apartment, didn’t steal anything, but had a condiment party in my kitchen?”

It took forever but I cleaned all that mess up and just went to bed. I locked both locks (and will continue to do so) and shoved a chair under the doorknob. And yeah, I left most of the lights in the house on.

So now I’m just getting up for the day. But while I was typing this post up, something else really weird just happened.

The security guy (Martin) from my office just called my cell phone. He said that there was a girl who just came into the foyer asking to see me. Martin said that he told her I didn’t usually get in until the afternoon and but said if she told him her name, he’d let me know that she stopped by. She then just gave him a nasty look and left.

He said it really creeped him out. His hair was standing on end and he felt cold after she left. He decided to just call me to see if I knew who she was.

I asked Martin what she looked like. He said she had long, black hair and was on crutches.

Edit 2:30 p.m.

Felt really creeped out hanging out in my apartment and decided to go into work early. Talked to Martin when I got in and told him the short version of my story. He was really apologetic about telling the girl I work afternoons, but I feel like that's something anyone could figure out anyway. He also said he'd tell the night security guy to keep an eye out for her, just in case.

I'm just getting started on my work now and have a date tonight (wish me luck!) so I'm hoping to keep my mind off things for the next few hours.

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