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

His appearance unsettled me immediately.

Thin gray hair.

Pale skin.

Long brown coat buttoned all the way to his throat despite the humid weather.

But it was his eyes that bothered me most.

Sharp.

Observant.

Almost calculating.

Like he was studying me instead of selling furniture.

“You’re really selling this?” I asked carefully.

“I am.”

“For forty dollars?”

“That’s continue reading …