17x13: The Tapping At The Window
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Almost four years ago, my husband and I moved in together into a rather nice and expensive apartment complex that is in a nice part of town. We're on the third floor and our living room has a large balcony that looks out onto the courtyard where other apartments in the complex are located. Basically, you can see the other balconies and living rooms of the other tenants as well as the open stairwells. It's easy to get to any apartment doorway as the complex is large and open with no security doors except the doors to the apartment. My husband works at a bar so he comes home late, while I usually make it home at around 5pm. Our first year in the apartment went by without a hitch, but the trouble started the following August.
I would be home after work, chilling and watching TV, when I would hear someone come up the stairs. It almost always happened at around 9.30pm. Things would be quiet, and then all of a sudden, I'd hear loud, sharp knocks on my door. I didn't move the first time it happened because I was so startled, but eventually, I got up and I looked through the peephole.
What is the opening story “I Don't Even Think He Lives Here” about?
Three people were standing there, all with black hoodies on, staring at the peephole like they could see me. I didn't answer the door, and after a while, they finally left. A few weeks later, at the same time as before, I heard the same loud footsteps, and then loud, hard bangs on the door that sent my cat flying to hide. I sat there frozen, but thought to myself that maybe these were police officers. So I looked through the peephole once again. This time, I found myself staring at one person. It was a male wearing a dark hoodie who was very gaunt and had huge black eyes. Again, I didn't answer the door and grabbed a kitchen knife that I kept by my side until my husband came home. This continued for weeks, and once, it happened when my husband was home.
He proceeded to look out the peephole, saw the same man, and screamed for him to leave, which the guy did. We called maintenance and the police, who both stated that they would do regular patrols but nothing else, and suggested that we get cameras. Everything stopped during winter, which helped me feel more at ease because when all of this was happening, I was having a very hard time sleeping and had stopped going out at night. However, about six months after they stopped, the same large bangs started up again. I assume it was the same man, but when I would go to look at the peephole, nobody was there. Then I started to notice extinguished cigarette butts by the side of my door. I was horrified. It was like someone was just standing and waiting right outside.
Again, I reported it, and security was stepped up in the area, but I still didn't feel safe. I was hoping that it would just stop, as I felt tortured in my own home. However, two weeks ago, I realized things could be much worse. At night, in order for me to go to bed, I would have to cross our eating area, which was right in front of our giant glass sliding door that led out to our balcony. It was late at night, and the lights in our apartment were off. As I walked by the glass door, I glanced over. Across the courtyard, I saw the same man. He was on the landing in the open stairwell across the way and he was staring right at my balcony. He wasn't moving. The same man I had seen at my door was just standing there, facing my direction.
I went numb and my heart was racing and I was chilled to the bone. I know he couldn't have seen me because my lights were off and the stairway had lights of its own, but I was still scared.
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Chapters
8 chapters
1
What is the main topic discussed in this episode?
0:00–2:44
2
What is the opening story “I Don't Even Think He Lives Here” about?
2:44–13:01
3
How does the narrator describe the feeling of being watched in “I Feel Like My Neighbor Is Watching Me”?
13:01–27:00
4
What creepy encounter does the storyteller have in the woods in “There's A Man In The Woods”?
27:00–41:06
5
Why does the narrator claim “She Pretended Not To Know Me” and what’s the twist?
41:06–44:41
6
How does the stranger at the door know the narrator’s name in “Stranger At My Door Knew My Name”?
44:41–47:58
7
What happens when the narrator crosses paths with a convicted serial killer?
47:58–54:19
8
What is the story behind the mysterious tapping at the window?
54:19–1:01:55