Molested by my neighbor

Chapter 2: The Creep Next Door

Life had somehow moved on ever since that creep came to my freaking abode. Even though I had changed hostels to escape the madness from my former place, peace still felt like something I couldn’t fully grasp. I really got to know more about my new hostel, but not by interacting with the other lodgers. Hell no. I wasn’t about to repeat the same mistakes from my former hostel, where being too open almost cost me my sanity. I kept to myself because I didn’t want old horrors resurfacing.

I had also gotten to know that that creep had a freaking roommate.

We met on one random, cursed day when he came asking for my help.

It was one peaceful, sleepy morning. The weather was cold—“weather for two,” as those bitches often called it. But I couldn’t do that s**t because I didn’t even have a freaking boyfriend. I was deep in my peaceful sleep, enjoying some luxurious dream and basking in the sweet reality that I wasn’t at my parents’ house, where I would’ve been dragged out of bed by 5 a.m. for absolutely no reason.

That s**t was pure torture.

Then came a knock on my door.

The sound jolted me awake, but at first, I didn’t take it seriously. I ignored it and immediately drifted back to sleep because, honestly, I was weak, tired, and fragile.

Then another knock came.

And another.

And another.

At that point, I was pissed as f**k.

I groggily managed to shout, “Who’s in there?”

But no damn reply came.

“This nigga be pissing me off…” I muttered under my breath.

I angrily marched straight to the door, my eyes bloodshot from interrupted sleep.

The moment I yanked the door open, I found myself face-to-face with a tall guy.

This dude was black as hell—like charcoal itself had taken human form.

“Why the f**k are you here?” I snapped. “And can’t you hear when I asked who the f**k is there?”

The poor guy looked completely dumbfounded, like someone had just robbed him of his last brain cell. Even in my sleepy state, I couldn’t hide my grin because his expression was funny as hell.

He awkwardly stuttered, “I… I came for your help?”

In my head, I was already thinking:

What help do I have to offer this asshole?

And who the f**k are you?

“What help, dummy?” I asked, folding my arms.

“Can you lend me your fire lighter?” he asked.

I nearly laughed in disbelief.

“Ain’t lending you any s**t, dummy. I don’t know you. Where do you even come from? You lodge in this hostel or what?”

He quickly replied, “I live in C3.”

My heart skipped.

C3?

That was where that creep lived.

“So you’re his f*****g roommate?” I asked, my suspicion instantly rising.

“Damn. Ain’t lending you no s**t. You might be a creep too.”

And without another word, I slammed the door shut.

Hard.

I know y’all might think I was rude, but trust me—I knew exactly what I was doing. If you don’t act tough around certain people, they’ll take you for a piece of s**t, just like what happened in my former hostel.

Trust me, guys.

What a very stupid f*****g way to begin the day.

I immediately crawled back into bed and slept for another two hours before dragging myself up for my daily activities.

Apparently, we had a physics practical, according to what our course rep said, and we were expected to be in school before 12 p.m.

Tuff tuff.

Just when I thought my day couldn’t get any more annoying, I woke up again to aggressive sounds banging on my damn door.

I froze.

“Who’s it again?” I muttered.

I cautiously moved toward the door, but something stopped me.

What if it was someone dangerous?

There were creeps in this compound.

I immediately shouted, “Who’s in there?”

No reply.

I frowned.

“Why do you guys like to keep mute when—”

Before I could finish, brutal knocks exploded against the door.

BAM!

BAM!!

BAM!!!

I was startled to death.

Then the pounding moved to my window.

The sound was so loud it nearly deafened me.

My heart pounded violently against my chest as fear gripped every inch of me.

I immediately ran to the corner of my bed, my body trembling as I genuinely thought a robber was about to break in.

But then I thought:

I need to see who the f**k this is.

Summoning every ounce of courage buried inside me, I slowly crept toward my window blinds.

My hands shook.

My breathing was uneven.

I carefully peeped.

And there it was.

A figure.

I couldn’t fully make out the face, but it looked like Jane.

The creepy neighbor.

The same one from before.

My blood ran cold.

Could it really be him?

What was his intention?

Why the f**k was he pounding on my door like a maniac?

Luckily, the knocking and pounding suddenly stopped when other people began stepping out to check what was happening.

I guessed the bastard fled.

Bruhh.

I was damn scared.

Even though I wasn’t completely sure, that figure looked exactly like Jane, and considering how creepy he already was, I didn’t doubt it for long.

But why?

Was it because I had been rude to his so-called roommate?

Or was something even more disturbing going on?

Nothing about this felt right.

Still, I didn’t have time to sit around overthinking because I had a freaking practical, and I only had one hour left.

So I hurried into the shower, took my bath, munched on leftovers, and rushed to school before I missed my practical.

Everything felt rushed.

My nerves were still on edge.

And somehow, the universe still wasn’t done with me.

When I got to the bus stop and was about to board the last available bus to school…

I saw him.

Jane.

That sight nearly gave me a freaking heart attack.

For a second, I considered not boarding at all.

But it was the last bus.

And I couldn’t afford to miss my practical.

So I forced myself to board, convincing myself that the crowd would protect me from whatever creepy s**t he was planning.

But something felt off.

Terribly off.

I could feel it.

That dreadful sensation of being watched.

Then I looked.

And there he was.

Grinning.

Flashing that same creepy-ass smile.

Before I knew it, he tried touching me.

That was it.

Pure adrenaline took over.

SLAP!

My hand collided hard against his cheek.

The entire moment felt explosive.

“What the f**k are you trying to do?!” I yelled.

He looked stunned, his hand slowly clutching his burning cheek.

He couldn’t explain.

“Why are you trying to touch me?!”

Still no proper answer.

Just that same unsettling energy.

The moment we reached my destination, I immediately hopped down from the bus.

But then…

So did he.

My heart sank.

I turned furiously.

“Why are you tailing me?! What the f**k do you want from me?!”

He just kept smiling.

That creepy, disturbing smile.

At that point, I knew something was seriously wrong.

I tried walking faster toward my practical lab.

But he followed.

That was when survival instincts fully kicked in.

I ran.

Like a mad person.

Like my life depended on it.

Because honestly?

It felt like it did.

He tried following me, but thankfully, he eventually stopped.

I was beyond relieved.

My heart was racing.

My body felt weak.

But at least I escaped—for now.

I was almost late for practical, but somehow, I made it.

We did all that exhausting physics bullshit, and eventually, it was time to go home.

But home?

Home no longer felt safe.

Because going back meant the possibility of seeing him again.

Still, I had no choice.

So I summoned every ounce of courage and returned to my hostel.

Immediately I got back, I informed my parents about everything—the banging, the stalking, the creepy behavior, all of it.

My parents weren’t the type to ignore serious s**t.

They told me to be extremely careful and avoid him at all costs.

And honestly?

They were right.

But deep down, another thought began creeping into my head.

What if I handled this myself?

What if I invited that creep over and directly asked him what the hell he wanted from me?

At that moment, it seemed like a bold move.

Like I was taking control.

But little did I know…

That would become one of the worst decisions I would ever make.