It's late when I get home, so I try to open the door to my mailbox quietly. As I turn and walk up the stairs toward my front door I notice my neighbor open his own door a crack and peer out, talking on the telephone. He sees me looking and closes the door quickly.
I spent most of the afternoon reading about serial killers, and so I am a little jumpy. I tiptoe into my apartment and then turn, quickly, to lock every single lock I can get my hands on. Just in case.
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