I Bought An Old Couch At A Garage Sale — Three Days Later, Someone Tried To Break Into My Apartment Over It

Silence.

Nothing.

“You’re paranoid,” I whispered to myself.

Still, I locked the window twice before going back to bed.

The next morning, I discovered muddy footprints beneath my apartment window.

Small footprints.

Not adult-sized.

That’s when the fear stopped feeling irrational.

By the third night, I constantly felt watched.

At around 1:30 AM, I finally drifted continue reading …