As soon as I returned home, my neighbor suddenly said: “There’s a man screaming in your house every day, he’s already gotten on everyone’s nerves.” But how is this possible if I live alone?

As soon as I returned home, my neighbor suddenly said, “Some man screams in your building every day; he’s had enough of everyone.” But how could that be if I lived alone?

He felt entitled.

Sometimes he talked out loud. He commented on the mess, my habits, the clothes I left on the chair. He was irritated that I “didn’t take care of the apartment properly.” The neighbors heard his voice—that’s why they complained.

He knew my name. He knew my habits. He knew I wouldn’t be back until evening.

He didn’t expect me to hear him first.

When the police took him away, he was genuinely surprised. He said he didn’t see anything wrong with it. After all, it was his apartment. The keys were his. And he was just checking to make sure “everything was okay.”