Chapter 27 : I went to a serial killer's lair (Part 2)

Several weeks later, I had a weekday off work and decided to take to the internet to fish for some d***, as was my custom. Lo and behold, I had an email response to a personal ad... it was SlimGuy65. He was offering to meet at his place to hang out and just have a good time. Wink wink, nudge nudge. I won't go into details, and as I recall there weren't really many details discussed other than the small talk and intros we'd done previously. Nothing about this guy was really sounding interesting to me, but I had no other offers on this day, so I decided why not. I'll go see what this dude is about.

As I typed my reply, I suddenly remembered the strange email I'd recieved warning about this person. I went back and re-read it.... still vague, still presenting more questions and no answers. Should I take this anonymous warning at face value and just ignore SG65? ... .... ..... .... ... I decided to go check him out anyway. His address was on a rather busy street in the middle of a dense residential area, not some shack out in the woods, and I can handle myself. If he's weird, I can just fuck out of there.

Before long, I arrived at the house at the agreed time. It was a duplex-style house, with one apartment on the ground floor and one on the second floor, part of a row of several identical duplexes. It was the middle of the afternoon, there was plenty of traffic on the street and the occasional person out on their porch or in their back yard. I pulled up the driveway to the parking area behind the house, got out and knocked on the door.

The guy that answered was a pretty normal, kind of mousy looking man, probably in his 40s. Slight, slim build, soft-spoken, looked like any guy working in an office cubicle somewhere. Not really my type but honestly my curiosity was piqued and I had nothing better to do, so I stepped inside to take a look around and gauge the situation, with the warning email fresh in my mind.

I stepped into the back door, into the kitchen. It was very clean and there was nothing out on the counters, and no table and chairs or anything. That is to say, it did not look like someone was living there. It had been kept up and cleaned, but looked empty. Looking out into the apartment I could see that it was not set up as a living space. A large window with sliding glass was between the kitchen and living room, and I could see what looked like a large table out in the living room area. SG65 said something like this isn't where I live, a friend of mine used to run a doctor's office here, I maintain the building for him. It's private though, we have the place to ourselves. (Weird. OK...)

He shut the back door and locked it. With a keyed deadbolt... the kind that you need a key to open, even from the inside, and put his keys back in his pocket, saying "So, what do you want to do?"

At this point, my danger sense spiked. This is not a normal home, and why is he locking the door like that? It's not necessarily suspect, a lot of people have that sort of lock on their door, and the door has a window so it even makes sense. Still, something is not right here, I can tell, and now I'm locked in.

I asked him why he was locking the door like that, which immediately flustered him. He was looking rather nervous, and his voice was a little wavery and halting, not quite stuttering but almost. He said "uhhm um well, we don't want someone... to come in and... interrupt us, right?" flashing a weak, unconvincing smile. His demeanor and body language were all I needed to confirm that this guy was up to no good, or at least there was something he was hiding.

However, I could tell that I was intimidating him. I was not a particularly muscular kid, but I have a larger frame. Like, even when I'm at my very thinnest I will still wear size L tops, and 36-waist pants, so I look big, which people tend to interpret as me being stronger than I really am. Also I'm not a tough guy at all, but I have a resting facial expression that makes me look like a bad ass thug. People who don't know me often assume that I'm rough or something. I sometimes use this to my advantage while I can, because before long a new acquaintance will eventually figure out that I'm a total wimp, lol. But, this was definitely an occasion to play up the tough-guy appearance, and I did exactly that.

I put on my best steely face and told him to unlock the door, and that I don't want to be locked in here. He looked for a moment like he was going to pee his pants, then he said, "Okay... alright I'll unlock this..." (he unlocked the deadbolt) "and I'll just lock the knob here..." and he turned the little dial that locks the doorknob. That was fine with me. I continued to stare at him until he said "I'll leave the keys on the counter right here..." and he set his keys down near the sink. I was relatively satisfied with that answer. At this point, though, my adrenaline was flowing, I was almost in full fight-or-flight mode, but I was kind of stuck in place. The guy was between me and the door, I was freaked out, but this little weasel did not appear to pose any immediate physical threat to me. I could tell that his pant pockets were empty, and that I was intimidating the living hell out of him. I didn't know yet exactly what to do.

Now keep in mind that despite my wordy descriptions, this all happened very quickly, without any really long pauses. It had only been maybe one to two minutes since I had stepped in the door. This all happened at the pace of a conversation.