He is strange. Always walks down with the same outfit black dusty button up, 90's looking levi's, old snake skin, worn out cowboy boots. He looks at me with his cock-eyed look, smirks and says in a very quick and slimey way "hi". I never feel he looks directly at me, although i know he is talking to me. The suspicious way he goes into his apartment, makes me nervous, as he opens his door and it reaks of old rusty books, food, and humid carpet. He closes his door blocking the view, as if he's hiding something, watching me.
I get chills walkin all the way to my door, and finally i feel like that moment past in slow motion, giving me so much breathlessness. Going into my apartment quickly before he comes out and see's my hand shaking with panic and a sense of urgency to get in.
