My landlord has moved a man in the unit right across the hall from me.

Literally, a couple days after being just introduced to him, he tries to get to go alone with him, at 11 pm, to his (then closed) restaurant.

He has made sexual innuendos, and believes they go over my head. His Dog started howling while he was away one day. There are complaints. Stupidly I offer to help. He makes a comment about how if he gave me the keys I’d wind up in his bed. He says, “that went right over your head, didn’t it.”

Later that evening he knocked on my door to give me candy. A couple hours later he returned with some stale pizza. The third time he returned that evening I ignored him.

In the brief encounters outside the building he talks nonstop, and doesn’t listen, or let you talk.

Recently, I reacted to something he said and he reacts by telling me I don’t listen to him, and said I always talk over him, and then literally drones on in a monologue about people I know nothing about.

He does the majority of the talking.

I try to go out alone and I swear he was literally hiding around the corner waiting to try and entrap me in another conversation. He makes it about some dumb minor thing that I don’t need to know.

He again just talks nonsense. I light up a joint, take a tiny puff, and put it out. I won’t share with him.

He says another neighbour says my TV reminds her of a police scanner. She thinks I am spying on her. He says she knows some powerful people.

I said, “what? Like her drug dealer. Isn’t she a hooker?”

He talks fondly of her.

I say I am looking at moving out and saw a place with a quiet neighbour. He talks over me and I stop him and ask him to stop talking over me. I mention that all I want is quiet neighbours.

He gruffly tells me, “you don’t like quiet.” Actually I really appreciate quiet. The neighbours on my other side, with whom I share a paper thin wall with, thought I was dead for a long time. He seems to want to force what he likes on me..

I get up and walk away to stand somewhere else and he follows me talking. He says he has seen some ****ed up things, including watching the hell’s angels murder people from his days tending bar. He described a man getting beat up and black stuff coming out of his mouth, and telling them to “take it outside.”

I said he reminds me of my brother. My brother was an abusive narcissistic prick who claimed to be involved with the mafia.

I say I have to go inside. As I walk away he brags about how he used to weigh 240lbs and have 0 percent body fat. Said he used to be built. I continue walking and he doesn’t shut up the whole time. I reply, “yep, hhhmm…wow.”

I quickly get inside. I think the man is an incredible douche bag.

He knocks on my door in the evening and I refuse to answer. He knocks again 30 seconds later, I refuse to answer. I swear I hear my apartment door make a clunk noise, like someone leaned on it to listen in.

He comes back an hour later and starts knocking again. I refuse to answer.

I get nervous and film myself to check in with how I am feeling. I film myself in my kitchen because I feel more insulated there. A few minutes past 10 pm, in the video, my head swivels in the direction of a sound.

It sounded like the utility room door opening behind my bathroom and kitchen.

I immediately became fearful that he might be snooping on me from there, and try to convince myself it must be the neighbour’s door.

I go silent being fearful he might hear me, describing what he said to me.

Sometime later, I summon the courage to check the utility closet and see it’s left open. I lock it. I complained about the utility room door being open year ago to the landlord.

I called the police before midnight saying I felt afraid because my neighbour disclosed the details of a murder to me. They asked me if I knew his name and I had forgotten it. They took down a description of the incident, and location info, and advised I call my property manager and I did. Property management gave “a sorry you feel unsafe” letter but hadn’t interacted with me since.

The next day after his creepy conversation he is driving down our street and sees me and offers to give me a ride somewhere. I Say no, and take off down a lane way, then into an alley where he can’t drive.

A couple days later, I’m walking to my door and he’s out and I just quietly walk to my door. He asks me if I’m okay. I say I’m good.

He acts deeply offended I won’t talk more and then laughs at me as he walks away.

Am I overreacting?

I may go to the rental tribunal