Did I Lock the Door?
I was about 15 minutes from finishing the night shift at work when there was a massive crash on one of the windows in the office. So I get up and go to check it out. Someone has thrown quite a sizable rock through one of the windows on the front of the building. This is made especially weird because I’m working in the industrial district at 11:30 at night, with none of the other businesses in the area open.
I go back to my desk, put a quick call through to security to let them know, and decide to head home. As I’m leaving the building, I’m freaking myself out about it more and more. I end up running to my car, getting in, and taking off. I’m almost home and I’ve started to calm down a bit when I make a disturbing realization. I hadn’t unlocked my car when I got in back at work.
It had been unlocked the whole time. I do a quick check with my hand in the backseat for any possible creeps that might be hanging around there, but there’s nothing there. Fast forward 30 minutes. I’ve called a friend of mine who says he is out drinking. So I decide I’m going to join him. I jump on my bicycle and start riding over.
I’m doodling along the road on my bike. It’s a nice night and I’m in no big rush. I’m just enjoying the moonlight when I hear someone riding behind me. I straighten up and stick to one side of the road. He passes me really slowly and, when he is right beside me, he shoots me a smile I can only describe as purely insane. I kind of flinch and am taken aback as he rides on.
All of a sudden, sheer terror washes over my body. I realize he is riding my mom’s bike. Needless to say, I sprinted the heck home. When I got there, sure enough, her bike was missing and one of my car’s doors was open. The back left one. I was driving, and had no need to open that door.