Molested by my neighbor

Chapter 1: The Beginning

“Hey guys, I’m Luka, a university student, and this is my story—how my life changed after a deeply disturbing encounter with my neighbor.”

Life has a funny way of throwing you into places you never imagined for yourself.

I was just a newbie student, freshly admitted into a university I never even wanted to attend. It wasn’t my dream school—not even close. But fate, as cruel and unpredictable as it can be, had other plans for me. Since I had no better option at the time, I accepted it, hoping it would only be temporary until I could somehow find my way to the university I truly dreamed of attending.

So there I was.

A young girl, thrown into an unfamiliar environment, trying to adjust to a life I never planned for.

When I first arrived at my hostel, I was exhausted but hopeful. At least I had a self-contained room all to myself.

No roommates. No unnecessary drama. No one to invade my privacy.

Or so I thought.

Compared to my former hostel, this was supposed to feel like heaven.

My previous hostel had been pure f*****g torture.

It was the kind of place that drained your peace little by little until you barely recognized yourself anymore. Constant struggles. Endless frustration. Noise. Tension. And worst of all—people.

At first, life there seemed manageable.

The lodge mates and I started off like normal acquaintances, gradually getting to know each other. We laughed sometimes, exchanged conversations, and tried to survive the harsh reality of hostel life together.

But the conditions were horrible.

We barely had light.

Water was a constant battle.

Sometimes there’d be water, sometimes there wouldn’t.

And when there wasn’t, it felt like survival of the fittest.

The hostel generator was often used to pump water, which made things slightly easier, but eventually, things got worse. We reached a point where we had to contribute money just to get water pumped—yet even after contributing, the water still wouldn’t come.

It was frustrating as hell.

The anger, stress, and betrayal built up inside me daily.

Then came the incident that completely shattered whatever fragile peace remained.

One of my lodge mates insulted me.

Not just casually.

She crossed the f*****g line.

And I snapped.

My anger exploded so violently that I stormed to my lodge, grabbed a knife, and chased her.

Yes. A f*****g knife.

Looking back now, I know how insane that sounds.

But at that moment, rage had consumed every rational part of me.

From that day on, we became sworn enemies.

They talked s**t behind my back. Whispered. Judged. Provoked.

But I ignored them.

Or at least, I tried to.

Deep down, I was just relieved when I finally left that place.

I truly believed my new hostel would be better.

A fresh start. A peaceful environment. A place where I could finally breathe.

But I was so f*****g wrong.

I had no idea that what awaited me in this new lodge would be far worse than bad water, fake friendships, or petty hostel drama.

Much worse.

It was a cool, sunny afternoon.

The kind of peaceful afternoon that tricks you into feeling safe.

I was alone in my room, savoring my favorite coffee—cappuccino.

My precious cappuccino.

For once, life felt good.

My father had just sent my monthly allowance, and for that brief moment, I allowed myself to relax. I sat comfortably, enjoying the silence of my self-con, feeling oddly content.

No stress. No drama. Just me and my coffee.

Then suddenly—

KNOCK. KNOCK.

The sound startled me so badly I nearly spilled my drink.

I froze.

My heart skipped.

Who the f**k could that be?

I frowned, staring at the door.

“Who’s there?” I called out.

Silence.

No response.

I waited.

Still nothing.

A strange chill crawled down my spine.

“Hmm… weird,” I muttered.

I brushed it off, assuming maybe whoever it was had mistaken my room.

But then—

BANG! BANG! BANG!

This time, the knock was louder. More aggressive. More demanding.

My entire body stiffened.

I shot up immediately.

“Who the hell is there?!” I shouted, irritation and unease mixing in my voice.

Again—

Silence.

Not a single damn reply.

That was when I knew something was seriously wrong.

My instincts screamed danger.

My mind started racing with worst-case scenarios.

Was this some stupid prank? A thief? One of those annoying lodge mates? Or something worse?

Fear quickly transformed into defensive rage.

I wasn’t about to be caught slipping.

Immediately, I headed to the kitchen and grabbed the baseball bat I had hidden behind my cabinet for protection.

Yes. I kept weapons.

Experience had taught me that living alone as a young woman meant always being prepared.

Bat tightly clenched in my hand, I returned to my room and sat down, waiting.

My breathing slowed.

My eyes locked on the door.

I sat there like a predator waiting for prey, fully prepared to strike whoever the f**k was disturbing my peace.

Then came the third knock.

Without hesitation, I sprang up.

Fueled by adrenaline, I stormed toward the door like my life depended on it.

I was ready.

Ready to swing. Ready to attack. Ready to defend myself.

But the second I flung the door open—

I froze.

Standing there was my neighbor.

Jane.

I blinked rapidly.

Confusion immediately replaced my aggression.

What the f**k?

Why was he here?

And more importantly…

Why the hell had he been acting so weird?

I stared at him suspiciously, my grip on the bat tightening.

“Why didn’t you reply when I asked who was there?” I demanded.

He didn’t give any meaningful answer.

That alone irritated me.

Then I asked the obvious question.

“Why are you here?”

His response?

He claimed he had too many reasons to explain right there at my doorstep and suggested I let him in.

My entire body tensed.

That was weird as f**k.

Why couldn’t he just say whatever he wanted outside?

Why did he need to enter my room?

My instincts immediately picked up on how suspicious that sounded.

But against my better judgment, I let him in.

Not because I trusted him.

Hell no.

But because I knew I had ways to defend myself if he tried anything stupid.

You know how men can behave.

I cautiously offered him a chair, though every fiber of my being remained alert.

Then I repeated my question.

“Why are you here?”

He sat there calmly and told me he simply wanted to check up on his “keep-to-herself” neighbor.

Apparently, that’s what people in the lodge called me.

And honestly?

They weren’t wrong.

I barely interacted with anyone.

My previous hostel experience had taught me enough lessons about people, fake friendships, and unnecessary bullshit.

So yes—I kept to myself.

But his excuse still sounded invalid.

Why now?

Why suddenly?

He had never checked on me before.

We barely knew each other.

And again—

Why couldn’t he say all this at the f*****g door?

Something felt off.

Very off.

My mind screamed warning signs.

Something is fishy.

“I wanna get to know more about you,” he added.

I stared at him in disbelief.

Get to know me?

What kind of weird s**t was that?

“Okay… we’re neighbors,” I said sharply. “We literally see each other every f*****g day even though we don’t talk. To me, that’s enough.”

But he kept staring.

His gaze was intense. Uncomfortable. Almost invasive.

Like I was the strange one for questioning him.

That pissed me off.

“Why do you wanna know me more?” I snapped. “That’s weird.”

Still, he continued looking at me as though my discomfort meant nothing.

“Fine,” I barked. “My name is Luka. Is that enough?”

My voice echoed through the room.

I was done.

Completely done.

“Can you please leave now?” I said coldly, without remorse.

For a moment, silence filled the room.

Then he slowly stood up.

“Fine,” he replied peacefully. “I didn’t know you were this rude.”

Rude?

I almost scoffed.

This random creepy neighbor had shown up unannounced, refused to answer me properly, insisted on entering my room, and somehow I was the rude one?

Unbelievable.

“Just leave,” I muttered firmly.

He began walking toward the door.

But what unsettled me most wasn’t his words.

It was his stare.

His gaze remained fixed on me.

Unmoving.

Cold.

Even as he reached for the doorknob.

Even as he stepped outside.

He just kept looking.

And something about it sent an unbearable chill through me.

The moment he finally left, I shut the door immediately.

Hard.

My heart pounded against my chest.

“Damn… what a creep,” I whispered.

I leaned against the door, trying to calm my nerves.

Every instinct in me screamed one thing:

Avoid him.

Avoid him at all costs.

At that point, I thought that strange visit was the end of it.

Just one weird, uncomfortable encounter with an overly suspicious neighbor.

Nothing more.

But I was wrong.

Terribly wrong.

Because I never knew…

That was only the f*****g beginning.

.._…