As a waitress my house was visited by a "regular" customer.

I used to work as a waitress at a Italian restaurant. I was probably 20 years old at the time and very inexperienced.<br><br>This was about 6 years ago when I had just moved into a new apartment on the second floor in a quiet Italian neighborhood with a lot of old residents. <br><br>At the time I wasn’t used to being alone at night so I had a huge teddy bear to cuddle and a baseball bat under my bed. I was often afraid of burglars and used to call my parents in the middle of the night because I would wake up from the slightest noise and think someone broke into my house. They would always find a way to calm me down, until I could fall asleep again.<br><br>So one night I couldn’t sleep at all because it was stormy and thunderstorm weather. I was like a scared little girl, hoping my parents would say something to make me feel better.<br><br>I was talking to them on the phone for quite a while until I heard someone knocking on my door. I couldn’t see anyone because of the wooden door but it was a really weird knocking and someone was scratching on the door with their nails. I froze. I told my parents that someone was at my door. They wanted me to go down but I couldn’t move. My 6’3 (1.90cm) dad told me to be a “man” and go down but my mom was telling me to stay where I was and not move while she was calling the cops. <br><br>I was still frozen and couldn’t move, so I finally decided to peek through the key whole to see who was knocking. It was a tall, skinny man in his late 30’s with curly black hair, very pale and dressed in black. He looked Italian. He had big eyes and looked strange. I wasn’t sure who this person was so I told my mom to hang up. <br><br>Two minutes later he rang the door bell and it scared the hell out of me so I’m calling the cops while he’s scratching on the door. I told them my address and that someone was scratching on my door and I don’t know who it is. They told me to stay calm and that they were on their way. When I was talking to the cops the scratching on the door stopped. <br><br>It was really quiet for a couple minutes. I thought whoever was there left so I was waiting for the cops to arrive. When 10 minutes had passed I thought they weren’t coming so I was calling them again. A man with a deep voice answered the phone. It wasn’t the same lady I had talked to. While I was talking to the man someone was scratching on the door again. I told him that it was still scratching on the door, he asked me if I had called the cops. I said yes, 10 minutes ago. He said “I’m the cop, I’m scratching on your door”.<br><br>I was still frozen in fear. While I was talking to him the scratching stopped and I looked through the key whole again to see the Italian man from a couple minutes ago. When we made eye contact, he smiled creepily and stepped back before someone else took his place to look through the keyhole. It was the cop with the deep voice from the phone. He was smiling at me and now it was his turn to scratch on the door again. <br><br>I started crying and couldn’t move. After what felt like an eternity he finally left. When I heard the door to the building close I finally ran down the stairs to open the front door while crying. It was the cops. They told me that this man had called the cops because he saw someone break into a house close by. When they got there they couldn’t find anyone and had walked around the houses until they saw my lights were on. The cop started talking to me and got my attention so I looked at him and smiled. He said that he thought I was the “burglar” because I was smiling and my window was open. <br><br>When they asked why my window was open I said it was stormy and the wind had opened it. The cop said that he had to check my house so he walked around my apartment looking into my windows until I opened the door and let him in. <br><br>He started talking to me and asked me if I had a boyfriend to whom I answered no. He then asked me if I had a teddy bear to cuddle with at night to which I answered yes. He asked me to go get it so I did. He was petting the teddy bear and asked me if we could cuddle because he was also scared of thunderstorms. I told him no. <br><br>He then asked me if I had a baseball bat to which I answered yes. So he wanted to see it too so I had to go get it. So he was holding the baseball bat in his hand and approached me with it. He asked me to hug him and if I was scared of thunderstorms too. I told him no again and that I wanted him to leave. <br><br>He looked really creepy with the baseball bat in his hand and when the storm lightning lit up his pale face he looked like a ghost. He told me “you can’t kick me out, I’m the cops. I need to make sure you’re not dangerous”. <br><br>I got scared and locked myself into my room and called my dad. He was angry and said he was on his way. I still had the bat with me and was hiding in my room. <br><br>When my dad came he yelled at the cops and asked me why I didn’t call the “real” cops. I told him I did but they didn’t come so he called them again. When the “real” cops finally arrived he went down with them to fill out a report. I was still in shock and couldn’t move. I didn’t come down until the next morning.<br><br>The next morning it was very quiet. No noise at all. I was still shaken so I texted my mom to tell her what had happened. She told me to come over so I did. When we left the house my dad checked if the door was locked. When he checked the front door it was open. The key was still in the door and it was unlocked. So the key didn’t even help because he already had the key in the door. <br><br>That night my parents slept over at my house and we called the cops in the morning to ask if they knew anything about the Italian man. They told us to come down to the station so they could take a report. <br><br>When we got there they were talking to my parents in another room. When they came out my mom was crying so I asked her what happened. She told me that the cop that had called himself cop wasn’t a real cop. That the man who had scratched on the door first was a regular costumer at the restaurant I was working at. <br><br>I was in shock. It all made sense. A couple weeks before that night one of my costumers, a tall Italian guy with black curly hair had asked me out. When I declined he started crying and telling me he loved me.<br><br>The restaurant I worked at was owned by my uncle and when we told him what happened he recognized the guy and said he was a regular and that he will make sure he doesn’t come back.<br><br>I started having 24/7 police protection for a month. After that it stopped and I never heard from him again. I don’t know if he was arrested but I hope so.