Allow me to preface this story by saying that I am not a chicken, a baby or exceptionally paranoid. I will, however, admit that I can get a tad jumpy when I'm home alone at night; a circumstance I have found myself in for the past two weeks as my roomates are not yet back from winter break. The fact that I don't live in a particularly safe neighborhood works in my defense here.
With that being said, the other night as I was watching a movie, getting ready for bed, there was a loud banging on the door to the upstairs apartments. I could tell that it wasn't my door, so I ignored it for about ten minutes and then finally decided to investigate. I peered through the peep hole and saw two middle aged men in the foyer, talking about why no one was answering and looking for a bell. I was wondering how they had even gotten through the front door when I heard the one say, "What about this door?" They knocked on my door and as I was standing right on the other side (awkward) I just said, "Who's there?" They said, "It's the police, open the door."
While I may not be paranoid, I'm also not stupid. I asked (through the door) what they wanted and they held up their badges. I was still too wary to turn the bolt, so I just stood there, and then they started to get really rude. The one said that if I didn't believe them I should just call 911 and they would wait and that I would cause a huge scene. Okay, good way to build trust here. By that point I was so not going to open the door- call me ridiculous if you want.
Anyway, to make a long story short, another guy came in who was visiting someone upstairs and when I saw him, I answered the door and spoke to the police about the girl they were looking for who lives in my building. The plain-clothes officers made it clear that they were annoyed with my behavior, but better safe than sorry.
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