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Dollar Bills
I lived alone with my dogs in a brownstone in a gated community in uptown Dallas. I worked a few miles away but came home every day for lunch to let my dogs out.
After living there for about a year I started smelling men’s cologne really strong in my entry way and up my stairs. I figured it was my neighbor next door and didn’t think anything of it.
Then one day I found a dollar bill folded lengthwise on top of my purse. I never carry cash nor have I ever folded a dollar bill lengthwise. Thought it was weird.
A few weeks later I came home and both my dogs were standing in front of my bedroom door wagging their tails and staring at the door. I figured they wanted to lay on my bed but I was in a hurry and walked them real fast and went back to work.
When I came home that day there were 20 or so dollar bills folded lengthwise and placed neatly around various surfaces in my room.
Never in my life have I been so terrified. I grabbed my dogs and noped the fuck out of that place as fast as I could.
I called the cops, they came out, my locks were changed, but i could never be there alone again. I moved a month or so later.
When I moved, I found dollar bills taped to the back of pictures on my walls, under furniture, and random places. I never figured out who or why or even how. I think the scariest thing of all is knowing that day when I was home, whoever had been going into my house was waiting quietly in my room, folding dollar bills, and my little dogs knew it.
#Person/Stalker #Person/Intruder #Smell