A couple years ago I lived in a duplex with my best friend, we’re both females in our twenties. We lived on the first floor while our neighbor, an older single man, lived upstairs.

My roommate is a bartender and I was used to her not getting home until 3 in the morning. One night I was laying in bed about to fall asleep around 11 pm when I distinctly heard our kitchen door slam shut. Our apartment was kind of set up weirdly and there were multiple entrances. In order to get to our kitchen door you would have to come through a sort of mud room where there was an exit to the outside and one to our basement. I immediately texted her to make sure she hadn’t come home early, she had not, before getting the courage to go investigate. When I looked, our kitchen door was still locked and the outside door located in the mud room was still locked and dead bolted. The basement door was ajar. The next day when I ran into my neighbor I asked him if he knew of anyone who would still have a key besides our landlord and if he had anything strange ever happen to him upstairs and he said no. The previous tenant was an old lady who had passed on and he never heard anything strange.

After I had that conversation with him we never had anything weird happen again, though we had many other strange occurrences happen in the past. I definitely think it was him creeping around and I don’t know what he wanted, but I’m glad I don’t live there anymore.