but first, back ground story. so last night I had some fucked up dream where someone breaks into my house and kills me. also, something like this has happened to me before twice, although obviously I wasn't killed. once just 4-5 years ago at this same house I'm living at now, these guys tried to break down the door, really scary experience actually. I heard these people knocking on the door as I was getting out of the shower, but since I was naked I just ignored it. They kept knocking, and the knocking got louder, and soon they were pounding on the door and kept ringing the doorbell. At this point I'm like "WTF is going on here", and it kept going, then they started kicking the door really hard.
I ran downstairs and yelled out "I'm calling the police" and I guess they ran off. Luckily, the door to my house was really sturdy, but it actually had caved in and we ended up needing to replace the entire door, probably a few more kicks would have broken it in.
Second time, when I was younger I was sleeping over at my friends house and in the middle of the night someone broke into the house and there was some scuffling and my friends dad almost got shot.
OK, backround story finished; here's what happened today.
So my dad is out of town this weekend to go to some wedding and he asks me to come down to LA to take care of his cat and dog. Also, he's remodeling the house because it looks like a complete piece of garbage, and he told me the painter guy was going to come Saturday early morning to finish the painting, and that he had given the guy a key and told me not to freak out or anything.
I get to LA (from San Diego) and it's about 11:30, I'm tired as fuck, the house is a mess, smells like paint, there's shit everywhere. Both beds (my old bed and my dads bed) are covered in furniture moved out of the way, so I clear off the couch downstairs and I plug in my laptop and I"m just watching some reps while I get ready to go to sleep.
All of a sudden I hear knocks on the door, door bell rings, more knocking. And I'm like "WTF this guy is coming to pain the house at midnight, somethings fucked up" .... but then I remember this guy supposedly has a key, and the person keeps knocking.
There's a little window that looks outside, and this person has moved over and knocks on the window (I guess they saw me sitting on the couch from the window)... so since I know whoever saw me, I walk over to open the door.
It's some lady I've never seen before and she tells me how she lives in the unit next to me (I live in a town house), and how she was out of town and whoever was watching her house for her had used too many locks on the doors and she was locked out of her house. So she asks me if I have a ladder so she can climb up on the balcony and get inside that way. I say "I don't think I've got a ladder here, sorry". Then she asks me if I can go help her by I guess picking her up / giving her a boost so she can get up her balcony and into her house.
So at this point I'm like "uh wtf this reeks of being completely weird, and I've never seen this lady before in my life" so I told her "sorry I don't feel comfortable doing that I can't help you" .
Moral of the story? Am I a bad person for not helping her? Or was my slight paranoia (I guess) grounded, because I've had some pretty shitty experiences here... and fuck if I wanna get killed or some shit.
Also another side story. Once a few years back I was outside the house, putting in a new light bulb on the little lamp outside the front door, and this black guy walks up to me and asks me if I have a pen he can borrow. I'm thinking he's some college student or something, so I say "ya sure" and give him a pen. He walks a little down the walkway near another house, and I change the light bulb etc, and a few minutes later he walks back and gives me my pen back and says "thanks". Ok, I don't think anything of it, I go back inside.
Later that night the police come knocking at my door. They say there was a robbery in the house next door (same house this lady I met today claimed she lived in). They ask me if I saw anything strange, and I say no. Then they say they have a suspect, and gave me this description, and it matched exactly the guy I let borrow a pen. He was wearing some letterman-type jacket that said "Viagra" on the back, and the Police officer said "have you seen a black male wearing a jacket that said Viagra on it" and I was thinking to myself "WTFFFFFFFFF" - so I told them ya I saw him and I let him borrow a pen but I don't know what he did with it.
I guess he somehow used the pen to break into the other house?
No idea... but point being, I've seen and encountered a lot of crap, especially in this complex.
So am I a bad person for not helping this lady?