  So, i fell asleep around nine pm last night for all you 'normal' people, and woke up at midnight, remembering to go get a comforter out of the laundry room. As I walked down my stairs and onto my lawn, I hear someone call my name, and it's Herr Landlord.
He looks like hell, his boots are unlaced, he doesn't look all that clean, nor does it look like he slept in a long time. He tells me about being eight thousand in debt, owing to incometax, the mortagage on his house, and his various financial difficulties. He's standing particularily close to me, I don't smell alcohol, but there is an overwhelming urge to run, kick at him, or kick at him, then run.
I tried to extract myself from the conversation several times, and he asked me if Kurt was home. I told him he was at work, and my anxiety shot up - he knew I was by myself. Lucas stayed really close, and that was moderately comforting. I know he wasn't trying to come on to me, or anything; he seemed extremely pitiable, but I was down right freaking scared.
He repeated himself a lot, and repeated the phase 'I don't know what I'm going to do,' I feel bad for the guy. But, I got my comforter, knocked on the Girls Downstairs' door, and asked to come in. I told them what happened, and how I felt pretty irrational, and they were not only sympathetic; they were nervous with him around. One of the girls saw him about around quarter to twelve, standing in the doorway of the laundry rooms, and looking, it seemed, in each window.
She stood there, watching him watching the windows, for about ten minutes. He didn't move. When I knocked on the door about a half hour later, they weren't going to open the door; they thought I was him. I stayed with them until I heard Kurt come home. The Girls Downstairs told me about seeing porn on his computer when they went to pay the rent, and how he stops his truck in the middle of the road to talk to them.
They can't put their finger on why he's creepy (besides the porn, and the aforementioned porn making inquiry) but they repeated what he had said to me earlier - that they don't know what he's going to do, or is capable of doing. Are we all alarmists? 
