I started law school when I was twenty years old. I lived in a one bedroom apartment by myself. I was a cute young thing who hung out at the pool a lot reading text books. It was better than sitting inside the apartment. I also had to drag my clothes across the parking lot to the complex’s laundry room. This apartment complex had six large buildings and a lot of students and young people lived there.
There was this one guy who always chatted me up at the pool and laundry room. He would always ask me to go for drinks with him but I never said yes- mostly because the workload the first year of law school was too brutal, but also because he was a little odd.
One day, he came to my door and knocked. I peeked out and opened it with the chain still engaged. He asked me if I wanted to buy a new battery for my car. I said not really, I didn’t need one.
He laughed and said I would have to if I didn’t go down and turn off the lights since I’d left them on. I went down and took care of it. He then asked if he could come up for a drink. I told him I had plans and he’d interrupted me as I was getting ready.
He walked away. I got back upstairs, changed my clothes and went to the law library to study. I felt like he was going to come back and see if I was gone.
I never saw him again, but about a week later, he was arrested for killing a woman and decapitating her. They found the shovel and her head in the trunk of his car.
I could’ve been that girl if I hadn’t had my own sense of the heebie-jeebies over this guy who seemed nice enough but just a little “off”.