You bros all remember this email, right? Dated May 3rd, 2007:
To all students:
It is important to share the following information with all students. Recently we have had three incidents in three separate residence halls in which an uninvited person entered an unlocked room in the middle of the night. In each case the residents of those rooms awoke and the person left the room immediately. Nothing has been stolen and no one has been hurt in any of these incidents.
Living on 4th Evans, I figured that anyone who wanted to cause some middle-of-the-night mischief would spare themselves four flights of stairs to do so. I was wrong.
It's 4:45 a.m. I'm sitting on my bed, intermittently preparing for my oral exam with Harry Williams and reading about Kerry Wood's latest stint in rehab. I hear someone stumble into the B column bathroom, take a piss, and then leave, but I don't hear any door close (the obvious sign that someone has gone back into their room). This kind of surprises me, since that's what I've grown used to, but whatever, I don't think anything of it.
Then I notice that my door is slowly creaking open. I'm not really sure who it could be. Andy? Pete? Someone who wanted to talk and guessed that I'd still be awake? The door is opening way more slowly it should be, and I nervously say, "Hello?" A male voice says "sorry" and then immediately shuts the door. After thinking about it for a few seconds, I decide to walk out into the column and see what's up. Standing there in a pair of black boxers is a pretty tall dude, I'd say about 6'2", short blond hair styled like Don Smith.
"What's up, dude?" I ask.
"I'm sorry," he repeats.
"It's cool, I was just weirded out." I walk back into my room.
Now, I figure that this guy is hooking up with some girl in my column--he's in his boxers--and had just gone to the bathroom, but is so wasted that he guessed the wrong door (although I am still wondering why he was standing outside--maybe just recomposing himself?). I don't lock my door.
A minute later, I hear my door creaking open again.
"Hello?"
Exact same voice: "I'm sorry." The door shuts.
What the fuck?
I'm legitimately creeped out this point, and I'm wondering if there's something I should do. But at the very least, I assume there's no way that this guy is going to try and come in again.
Less than a fucking minute later, my door creaks open again.
"Dude, what the fuck are you trying to do?"
The door closes--not even a sorry--and I jump out of bed to try to figure out what the fuck is going on. But before I can talk to him, he runs down the stairwell, and I don't try to follow him. I lock my door, run over to the C column door and lock that as well, and think about calling security.
I didn't, and I probably won't, but I will be locking my doors until I leave.
