Warning: story is on the darker side, so if you don’t like dark, please skip.
Jerry lived on the first floor of the apartment building. His door was across the hall from the mailboxes. Jerry had lived in this apartment for many years. As other apartments, away from the constant stream of traffic to and from the street and the mailboxes, became available, the building manager would give Jerry first dibs on them, as most tenants preferred a bit of peace and quiet from the constant buzz of city life. Jerry declined each offer. After awhile the manager stopped asking.
Jerry liked being at the center of the building’s activity, as he rarely left his apartment. He was a shy type who lived in his head a lot. With his books, his music, his television, and his surveillance activities, he had all he needed.
Even before his mother had passed away, Jerry had installed unobtrusive video surveillance cameras that were trained on the mailboxes and on the front door, as well as on the laundry area in the basement. He had worked doing night security and knew how to install them and monitor them on his computer. He had started taking notes on the activities a few years ago.
Jerry especially liked to watch the females. Occasionally he would take a shine to one or another of them and learn their routines. Mary Jean always picked her mail up at 4pm each day when she came home from work and did her laundry early on Saturday mornings. Billy Sue didn’t pick her mail up until the next morning on her way out to work and did her laundry at night. Jerry sometimes taped his favorites and then replayed the brief sightings over and over while fantasizing more with them.
Then Margo moved into the building. She was the woman of Jerry’s dreams, 5’5”, a little on the pudgy side, short brown hair, and she dressed like a hippy from the 60’s. She was a whirlwind of activity. His desire for her, even from a distance, was off the charts. He learned she picked up her mail at around noon and did her laundry at 10pm every Tuesday night.
Jerry determined to speak to Margo and just happened to be at the mailboxes at noon. They made eye contact and Margot, who was an open and friendly type, smiled at Jerry. He said, “Beautiful day, eh?” Margot nodded and said, “Yes, sunny 3 days in a row. Spring is not far behind!”
Jerry was convinced there was chemistry between them. The way she had smiled at him, her willingness to talk to him, unlike some of the others, the message was tacitly clear that she wanted him as much as he wanted her. Now it was time to plan their romantic interlude.
At 9:45pm on Tuesday night, Jerry hit “record” on his surveillance program, then headed towards the basement with the blanket, the duct tape, and the syringe.