Last month, i moved into a decent apartment. A bedroom, a kitchen and a bath. Pretty decent for the price.
The apartment was vintage, to say the least. It had pointed ceilings, and the whole thing was stark white.
The fan was in disrepair. No matter how many electricians i had brought with the little money i had as a college student, it wouldn't spin. It was almost like something that had weight was perched atop one of the wings.
It almost looked like an asylum.
Later that day, as i finished moving all my furniture and decor inside, the doorbell rang.
My brows furrowed in confusion. I hadn't ordered anything, and i hadn't told anyone which apartment i was moving to yet other than my parents.
My parents were out of town.
I approached the door and opened it wide to see a man, holding out a brown box that seemed to look a lot like pizza was inside it.
"Here's your..order."
"I didn't order anything."
The man took a second to process what i was saying and recited the adress that was given to him. I told him it was the correct adress but i for sure hadn't ordered anything.
"I'm telling you man, i didn't order anything!"
"But.." He seemed to start saying something, and looked around my apartment. Sighing, he took the bag with him and stormed out into the lit hallway.
I shut the door and locked it tightly. Walking over to the couch, i saw that my bag of crisps had been toppled over.
"Fuck."
I scrunched everything up, and I went straight to sleep that day.
The next day, i was working on an assignment we had to submit that accounted for over 50 percent of our grade. My procastination had got the better of me and i held my head up by my hand, scratching my hair fervently.
The door rang again.
Slowly, i was getting impatient. It was another guy this time, from the same damn pizza place.
"Ma'm here's your- Oh. Sir here's your pizza. Enjoy! Cash or card?"
This was fucking ridiculous.
"Is this some sort of prank?" I asked, with seething rage.
But to my growing uneasiness, the guy looked as confused as me.
He read out the adress.
"-This is the adress, isn't it?"
"Yes it is, But i didn't order anything!"
"Come on man, i dont have time for this. Just pay up!"
"How can i, i dont even know the name of your pizza place!"
"Look- maybe-" Again, he looked and glanced around inside.
Just what were these people searching for?
When he obviously did not see anything other than me, he left and i slammed the door shut. Just as i slammed it, the power went out with a snap.
I hadn't backed up my assignment.
The power did not come back on all night.
The next day, another man from the same pizza place came again. This was getting so crazy that i just wanted to scream at the top of my lungs.
"What?" i said, as i opened the door.
As always, another man was standing at the opposite side, From the same pizza place.
"Ma'm here's your-"
"i didn't order anything, and can't delivery guys from this pizza place see? i'm a guy!" i said, gesturing and pointing to myself.
"But it was a woman who made the order. Maybe your girlfriend or wife?"
"I have neither." I thought for a moment, then asked, "Can you-"
The phone rang.
The delivery guy showed me the screen and said "This was the number that called me asking for the pizza."
It was my number.
I took the phone and answered.
"Hello?"
A woman answered.
"Hi, When's the pizza going to get here?"
I answered in a hushed voice.
"Wh-who are you?"
The tone of the woman changed.
"Oh, it's you! I've been sitting atop the fan, waiting for my pizza.. Now about it.."