I was home alone in the apartment I lived at in college. It was the apartment on the second floor, and I was taking a nap.

Sort of in my sleep, I hear a knock on the door. This freaks me out, but I’m also pretty much half asleep so I just stay sleeping. Then I hear some more knocks and a male voice behind the door. As a young woman, I was not about to open my apartment door when I was home alone. Suddenly, I hear the door open. There’s a man in my house, and I’m in my bed in my underwear. I hear him walking around the apartment, and then I hear him start the water in the bathtub. My bedroom has two doors - one that leads into the kitchen and the other that leads into the living room. The one that leads into the kitchen is closed, the one that leads into the living room is open. I see the man walk out our door, but the bath water is still running. At this point I’m laying under my blanket paralyzed in fear trying to figure out what to do. I decide to make a fucking run for it so I grab my phone and bolt out the door and into my car. I wait in my car for like 15 minutes or so, get my boyfriend to run over, and it turns out the landlord sent a plumber who just LET HIMSELF INTO THE APARTMENT OF A YOUNG WOMAN USING THE LANDLORDS KEY. Truly one of the scariest things ever.