I was desperate for money and had accepted a job as a housecleaner for an old man named Douglas, who had helped me out after my car had broken down.
I had my car in the shop being worked on, so he came to my apartment to pick me up.
As I arrived at the man’s house, I couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that washed over me.
The overgrown lawn and peeling paint only added to the foreboding atmosphere.
I hesitantly followed the old man to the door, where he invited me in with a sickening smile on his face.
The moment I stepped into his house, I knew I should have turned back.
It was dark and cluttered, with strange artifacts and pictures of nude women hanging on the walls.
I tried to ignore the feeling of dread that washed over me as he showed me around the house, and I began focusing on my housecleaning duties.
As I was cleaning, I came across something that made me feel sick to my stomach: a pair of my underwear and my diary.
He must have stolen them when he asked to use the bathroom at my apartment.
I hid them both in my coat pocket, hoping he wouldn’t notice that they were missing while I was there.
The old man then came in and watched me closely and began making inappropriate comments and touching me in ways that made me feel uncomfortable.
I tried to ignore his advances and focus on my work, but he continued to follow me around and make advances.
I couldn’t take it anymore and decided to leave.
I turned around only to see the old man standing there, leering at me with a wicked grin.
Before I knew it, he had lunged at me, cornered me, and pinned me up against the wall, trying to have his way with me.
I managed to get free of him, but as I tried to make my escape, the old man grabbed an axe and chased after me.
I screamed and ran for the door, my heart pounding in my chest.
I could hear his footsteps behind me as I stumbled down the steps and into the yard.
I didn’t stop and had tears streaming down my face as I ran.
I kept running down the street, not daring to look back until I was miles away.
I finally made it to a gas station, where I stopped to catch my breath and calm down.
I reported the incident to the police and then called a taxi to take me back home.
I never went back to that house, and I never told anyone about it, but the thought of what could have happened if I hadn’t escaped still scares me to this day, and the memory of that creepy old man chasing me with an axe will forever haunt me.
Please note that this story is based on true events
I did take on a job as a housecleaner for an old man named Douglas, who once assisted me when my car broke down.
During my time cleaning his house, I discovered that he had numerous explicit pictures of women displayed throughout his home, and I also found some of my personal belongings, including my diary and a pair of my underwear.
While he did make inappropriate comments towards me, I am thankful to say that he never attempted to make any physical advances or chased me with an axe, unlike the scenario in this story.