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

backed toward the kitchen ready to scream.

Then the figure froze halfway inside.

Small.

Too small.

Not a man.

A teenage boy.

Maybe fourteen years old.

Rain soaked his hoodie while curls clung to his forehead.

And the second he noticed me, his face turned white with panic.

We stared at each other across the apartment.

“What the hell are you doing?!” I shouted.continue reading …