After all, I don’t want to be one of those who will call the police over hearing some yelling or a bunch of kids sneaking out at 1 AM. But my wife and I had to call them today, and I’m a bag of mixed feelings on it. My wife told me upon returning to the house from picking up the kids at school, a strange young man (maybe 21?), was hanging out around the parking lot. He noticed she was getting out of her car with the kids and went for his jacket pocket, then realized she was looking at him and he instantly places a small item he pulled from his jacket and puts it in his back pocket. Being the mama bear that she is, she hurried the kids to the house and kept her car key between her fingers at all times, stared him down as she walked to the house and locked the door behind her. He seemed to back off, but still hung around. After which, he crossed the street, and started pacing about 20 feet back and forth, hands fidgeting, and, every so often, shaking his head to himself. I watched him for about 5 minutes and he paced, fidgeted, and continually shook his head in an endless repeat all the while. I decided to just let it go, thinking, maybe he was just that way and let it go. I checked again 10 minutes later to see if he was still there and didn’t see him, so I thought to go check the car in the apartment parking lot, cause I’m paranoid like that thinking, if he had ill will, his aim might have been for the car. I opened the door and got about 3 steps out when I noticed he was literally 10 feet from our front door (our apartment faces the street). I didn’t draw attention to myself and proceeded to the car, then decided it was fine and walked back to the house. I made sure to get a good look at him before returning back to the house and locking the door behind me. He was still very fidgety, not able to stay still and still pacing from time to time. I kept an eye on him due to the proximity he was to our apartment, he stood in front of our front window for awhile and then proceeded to sit within 7 feet of our doorstep. He pulled the object from his back pocket, and I notice it’s a good size pocket knife. He stares down at it and starts fidgeting with it. At which point, I decided to call the police. I walk towards my phone to find that my wife has already dialed them and is describing the man to them.
The cops eventually showed up about 10 minutes later, handcuffed him, asked questions, searched him (more than likely due to the knife), and then let him go. A ride shows up during the middle of all of this, the cops leave, and the occupants curse the cops as they leave, and decide to have a smoke before taking off.
Now, I’ve got a wife and kids, so I feel like I’ve got added paranoia for the sake of their safety, and I don’t regret our decision, but I still feel odd. I’ve never seen this guy before in the 3 years I’ve lived here and we know most of the folks who live here. Not even the people who showed up were familiar to me. But now I’ve got this fear that this guy is going to return and retaliate for being questioned by the police. Am I just overreacting?