I thought it was the pizza guy....and it kinda was.

New to this sub, and figured I'd share my story. I've had a lot of pretty harrowing experiences in my life, but the below story is the only one where I really really believe that if things had gone any different, I would have ended up dead, disfigured or the victim of a heinous crime.<br><br>A few years ago, I was living in Chicago with my then-boyfriend now-husband. We had just moved into a new apartment, and were getting settled. We'd been there a few nights, but hadn't really met our neighbors or anything. We were sitting on the couch, and watching a movie in the living room, and I was waiting for a late night delivery of food. I was hungry, and wanted a snack, and the place I was ordering from had just started doing delivery, and I had never had their food delivered before, only eaten in the restaurant. So, I was sitting there waiting for my food, and kinda expecting it to show up late, and figured I'd just go to bed if it didn't show up.<br><br>Well, I was waiting and waiting and waiting, and after about 45 minutes, I started to get annoyed, and was about to call the restaurant to see what was going on, when I heard a knock at the door. I was a bit surprised, because I hadn't even heard anyone walk down the hall or the elevator stop on my floor, but I was also hungry, so I just thought that they must have come up the stairs and walked quietly.<br><br>I got up, and walked to the door, and opened it. There was a guy standing there with a few bags of food in his hands, and a few more behind him. He looked at me kinda confused, and I asked him if he had my food (my last name is on the door, and we were the only people with my last name in the building, so this wasn't a weird question).<br><br>At first, he just kinda looked at me, then said, "Yeah, I'm looking for apartment XXXX". I said, "that's me, let me just pay you".<br><br>Now, in retrospect, I should have been immediately alarmed that he didn't know who I was or recognize my apartment number, but to be fair, it was pretty late, and I'm sure he'd been driving around for a while.<br><br>So, I opened the door to let him in, and started to find my wallet and get my credit card out, and he just stood there kinda looking at me with a weird look on his face. Then he said, "I was supposed to deliver this to a guy, but the address on the receipt just has the apartment number and a first name". He showed me the receipt, and it did just have a guys first name, and the apartment number on it.<br><br>I told him, "I'm sorry, but that's not my order. I ordered [food item] and [side]." And he was like, "Nope, that's not what's in this bag", and he was right, it was completely different food.<br><br>At this point, my husband walks over, and I'm like, "This isn't my food, I wonder who ordered it". And the delivery guy and my husband and I are trying to figure out who ordered it, because my husband and I were pretty sure that the guy whose name was on the receipt didn't live on our floor. He had a distinctive name, and we were both pretty sure that we knew who everyone on our floor was. After a few minutes of discussion, we were talking about calling the restaurant to see what was going on, when a voice came from behind me and said, "Is that my food?". And the delivery guy and my husband both looked behind me, and said, "Yeah, that's your food".<br><br>I turned around, and sure enough, there was a guy standing there, with the name on the receipt, holding a twenty dollar bill and grinning at me. I took the money from him, and handed him the food, and he turned around and walked away.<br><br>It was only after he left that it really hit me that he was in my apartment. I turned to my husband and asked, "How did he get in here?" And my husband was like, "I don't know, I didn't let him in".<br><br>We thought about it for a minute, and then realized that when I opened the door, he must have been hiding on the other side of it, and when I opened it, he slipped in behind me.<br><br>I was so freaked out, I called the cops, and they came and took my report, but by the time they got there, the guy was long gone. They never found him, but I'm pretty sure that he wasn't who he said he was, and that he didn't live anywhere in the building. I never saw him again, and the whole thing just really freaked me out.<br><br>My husband and I moved out of that apartment a year later, but recently, we were talking about it, and he said that he's always thought about it, and really thinks that if I hadn't been home, or if I had gone to sleep, the guy would have raped and/or killed me.<br><br>I'm not so sure about that, but the whole thing definitely freaked me out, and I'm really glad that it didn't turn out worse.