These events occurred up until 3 months ago.
It all started when someone had "broke" into my car. Around this time, the driver side lock was busted as was the latch, so not only could I not lock my door, but I also couldn't really close it.
Now, to be frank, I love drugs. I use recreationally all of the time, mainly weed and the occasional molly and acid, the college student bundle. I also lived with my mom, so in order to really use them, I'd keep everything in my car, and sit outside and smoke when she goes to sleep. Well, one night I was doing my thing, finish up and tuck it all away. The next morning I wake up, walk out to my car, and found that the essentials had been missing. My acid, weed, pocket change, and even my work hat were gone. Not too creepy, just assholeish, right?
A week later, I'm heading off to work. I get in my car and, low and behold, all of my paraphernalia was neatly placed on the passenger side seat. Well, almost all of it, the guy had only returned the top of my grinder. I didn't care too much, though. I was just glad to have most of my shit back.
Another week passes. I'm home alone and I get knock on my door. I'm slow to answer it, and when I do I'm greeted by a bare brown box with "for atanoxian" poorly scribbled onto it. I look around, see no one, and take it. I was severely weirded out by this. I rattled it around a little and stared at it for an hour before I had finally grew the balls to open it. Inside was my favorite pack of cigarettes, a small plushie of my favorite animal, and the second layer of my grinder. I started bugging, and phoned a few friends asking if they had been fucking with me. They had not, and I ended the day by breaking the box down and throwing it out.
This went on until every layer of my grinder had been returned, and there were 5 in total. All of them delivered in some odd way. The creepiest one had to the second to last piece, it was january and we had a strangely warm day. I opened my window and BAM, there it was sitting perfectly in the middle of my windows sill, with a note under it reading, again, "for atanoxian".
Finally, everything had been returned. I was shaken, and told no one about it. I had hoped this movie-killeresqe shit would have stopped by now. But, one day at 1 am, I couldn't sleep. So, I went out to my car to self medicate, and I see someone in the passenger seat, just sitting there. I froze, and I swear to fucking god I've never felt my heart beat so fast. I couldn't move, I couldn't make a sound, I just stayed there. Well, the dude turned and saw me, and I think I had seen him smile and wave at me, and then gesture towards the drivers seat. I bolted back into the house, locked the doors, and called my dad who arrived in a snap ready to beat the shit outta the guy, but he was gone. Never saw the dude again, and I moved out the next month.