I Locked the Door Thirty Times Out of OCD, and My Creep of a Neighbor Cried With the Key in Hand

I have severe OCD. Before leaving the house, I have to tug on the front door thirty times to make sure it’s locked.

The friendly guy across the hall always makes fun of me, saying the neighborhood is safe and there’s no need to be so nervous.

One day, I was in a hurry and left after tugging on the door twenty-nine times.

Halfway there, I turned back. Just in time to see that friendly guy opening my door with a spare key.

He was holding a big bag that was still dripping blood, with a strange smile on his face.

I turned and hid around the corner in the stairwell to call the police.

Want to come into my home? Count how many locks I’ve locked first.