Framed for Saving Her Life

1: 1

After I noticed my female neighbor being followed home in the female neighbor middle of the night, I meant well when I set my own leather shoes outside her door.

I was just straightening up when her door flew open.

You sick creep, what are you doing outside my door in the middle of the night?

I rushed to explain. "There was a guy following you just now. I was trying to help"

Before I could finish, she cut me off, her voice sharp. "Save your excuses. I think you're the guy."

She snapped a photo of me right there and posted it in the residents' group chat.

"This guy's a sick creep. He's been harassing me, and now he's standing outside my door at night holding a pair of shoes."

Three minutes. The chat exploded.

"Disgusting! Scum! Looks decent enough, and turns out he's an animal!"

Looking at this woman who couldn't tell good from bad, I slowly bent down and picked my shoes back up.

I try to warn you and you won't take it, so if someone knocks on your door at night, that's none of my business.

I turned to go back to my own place.

"Stop right there!" Her voice went shrill as she called after me. "Hit a nerve, didn't I? Guilty conscience?"

My steps halted. I took a deep breath and turned around.

"I don't have a guilty conscience. A man in black followed you into the complex just now. I left a pair of men's shoes at your door because you live alone and I was worried about your safety."

"Oh, you make it sound so convincing." She sneered, her voice suddenly rising. "I think you've just got a filthy mind, and you cooked up some thug as a cover story."

"Squatting outside someone's door in the middle of the night. If that's not a creep, what is it?"

The lights snapped on in the units to either side. A few neighbors cracked their doors, sweeping me with looks full of contempt.

"Don't smear me!" I said, holding down my anger, and pointed toward the stairwell. "He just came from over there. Let's go to the office right now and pull the security footage."

"Pull the footage? I think you want to figure out the blind spots so next time you'll know where to hide."

She planted her hands on her hips and stepped closer, spit flying onto my face. "Don't try that with me. The whole complex is watching. No matter how you talk your way around it, you'll never wash yourself clean."

I pulled out my phone and opened the group chat. The messages were still pouring in.

A moment ago it was just insults. Now people had started making things up.

"I saw him hanging around downstairs a few days ago, staring right at the young girls!"

"Maybe those break-ins in the other units were him too! People like this should be reported. A few days locked up would set him straight."

My fingers tightened, and I quickly typed a line:

I meant well. I wasn't harassing anyone.

The message went up and was buried in an instant.

"Meant well? What decent person squats outside someone's door at night!"

"Hilarious. That's exactly what every creep says."

"Don't waste your breath on him. Just get the office to throw him out."

I stared at the screen, my throat closing up.

"Well? Nobody believes you, do they?" The woman's expression was mocking. "Take my advice and move out on your own, or I'll expose you every single day until you can't show your face in this complex."

I opened my mouth, then swallowed the words.

What good would it do to say more? They'd already convicted me.

Cold-faced, I dug out my key and opened the door.

Behind me came the heavy slam of her door.

"You sick creep, come back again and I'm calling the cops!"

I leaned against my own door, closed my eyes, and took a long while to steady myself.

A chest full of goodwill, smashed to pieces just like that.

The next day, the moment I stepped out of the stairwell

"That's him! He's the sick creep!"

I followed the voice, and there on the complex notice board was last night's photo of me.

Plain as day on the sheet of paper, written in red marker:

Pervert and harasser in our complex. Everyone stay on guard.

Blood shot straight to my head.

I strode over and reached out to tear it down.

"Hey, hey, hey! What do you think you're doing?"

A middle-aged woman rushed over and slapped my hand away hard. "Did the shameless thing, and now you want to destroy the evidence!"

"Ma'am, you can't just say whatever you want." I clenched my fist and repeated it, holding down the anger. "This is a misunderstanding."

"A misunderstanding?" She rolled her eyes. "The girl caught you red-handed. What misunderstanding could there be?"

"Exactly!" A crowd of people swarmed in around me.

A young guy in a tank top jabbed a finger in my face. "You think it's easy for that girl, living on her own? Harass her again and I won't go easy on you!"

Once someone took the lead, everyone chimed in.

"Looks respectable, mind's this filthy!"

"Scum! Creep! And you've still got the nerve to argue?"

"Get out of here! We don't want trash in this complex!"

They talked over each other, one voice after another.

Someone pulled out a phone and shoved it in my face to film me. Someone spat at my feet.

I kept trying to explain, but the second I opened my mouth I was shoved to the ground.

Nobody listening, nobody believing me. So this was what that felt like.

I gave a bitter laugh and forced my way out through the crowd.

That day at work, I dragged my feet until past ten before heading back, afraid of running into anyone again.

The complex was dead quiet. I'd just turned into my building when, out of the corner of my eye, I caught a figure by the wall.

Tall and thin. A baseball cap.

My steps froze on the spot.

It was him.

The man who'd been following her.

He was back.

2: 2

"Who's there?!"

At the sound of my footsteps, the man bolted.

I lunged after him a couple of steps, but he rounded the fire stairwell and was gone.

No mistake about it.

I braced a hand against the wall and caught my breath, my back gone tight.

It was the same man in dark clothes who'd been trailing her the night before.

I came to the neighbor's door, raised my hand twice, and each time forced it back down.

Should I knock?

Last night's cursing, the whole complex's slander, my photo with a red X slapped across it on the notice board, all of it came flooding back at once.

Hadn't I paid enough already for minding someone else's business?

But if that man hadn't gone far, if he was crouched somewhere waiting...

I gritted my teeth and knocked anyway.

The door yanked open with a rattle.

The moment the woman saw it was me, her eyes went round, and before I could get a word out she started screaming at me.

"You again?! What the hell do you want, haunting me like this?!"

She thrust her phone right up in my face. "Everybody look! This creep is back to corner me in the middle of the night!"

"Keep your voice down!" Frantic and furious, I said, "That man who was following you came back. Lock your door tonight"

"Sure! Keep making it up!" She let out a scornful laugh. "Inventing some man just to trick me into opening the door? What's your game?!"

"I'm warning you, take one more step and I'm calling the police right now!"

The lights in the two units on either side flicked on at her words.

I looked at that arrogant, self-righteous face, and last night's swallowed anger came rising up again.

"I've said what I came to say. Believe it or don't!"

I slammed the door shut. The phone in my pocket buzzed like mad.

I opened the residents' group chat. She'd posted a thirty-second video. "The creep cornered me at my door a second time! I was scared out of my mind! Can any neighbors help me?!"

The group blew up instantly.

"He actually came to her door again? The nerve of this guy!"

"Just call the police! Keep a man like this around and something's going to happen sooner or later!"

"Tomorrow we all go to property management. He has to be thrown out of the complex!"

My fingertips went cold. I flung the phone onto the couch.

Pathetic.

I cursed myself out loud to the empty room and dropped onto the bed still dressed.

The next morning, barely light out, I was jolted awake by pounding on the door.

"Get out here, you sick creep!"

The second I turned the lock, the door was shoved hard open from outside.

At the front was the young guy in the tank top from yesterday, three or four men with sticks behind him.

The neighbor hid behind him, eyes red, looking like she'd been done the greatest wrong in the world.

"You don't know when to quit, huh?" The man in the tank top shoved me. "You think it's easy being that girl? Cornering her in the middle of the night, won't even let her live in peace?!"

"I didn't corner her." I steadied myself and repeated in a low, tight voice, "I was trying to warn her, out of concern!"

"Warn her?!" An older man beside him sneered. "Who're you kidding? What decent man harasses a girl at night? I say you've just got the nerve of a horny dog!"

"Exactly..." The neighbor was crying prettily. "Last night he knocked on my door and said all this filthy stuff. I couldn't sleep a wink all night!"

The stairwell filled up fast, fingers pointing, stares stabbing like needles, the cursing even uglier than yesterday's.

"He's really no kind of man! Scaring her like that!"

"Living in the same complex as him is the worst luck for eight generations!"

The man in the tank top got worked up and stepped closer. "You hear that?! Today you apologize to her, and properly, then write a statement promising to behave. Otherwise you're not getting off easy!"

I looked at him, all righteous fury, then at the woman behind him crying her heart out with that smug glint in her eyes, and suddenly the whole thing struck me as absurd.

Apologize?

Why the hell should I apologize?!

"I did nothing wrong." I swept a cold look over them. "You want the truth, go check the cameras. Whoever's lying, one look and it's clear!"

"Check the cameras? I bet you want to go delete the footage first!" The neighbor jumped in at once. "Don't think you can pull any tricks. Everyone's here as witnesses, and you still want to weasel out of it?!"

I gripped the door handle hard. Explaining to these people was useless.

In front of them all, I slammed the door shut.

The cursing and pounding went on for over half an hour before it slowly died away.

I leaned against the door, mouth full of bitterness.

I'd thought that after all that, things would quiet down for a couple of days.

But at three that afternoon, I got a sudden call from the hospital.

By the time I got there, my mother was in the hospital bed on oxygen, my father sitting at the bedside, his hands still shaking.

The two of them had carried in groceries and eggs, and the moment they walked through the complex gate, seven or eight women swarmed them.

Pointing in their faces, cursing them for raising a creep of a son.

My mother already had high blood pressure. She was so upset she fainted on the spot.

"Son." My father took my hand, his voice trembling. "What they said... what's really going on? Did you really, in the complex..."

"Dad, it's a misunderstanding!" My throat closed up. I crouched down and tucked the blanket up around him. "You two rest and get well first. I'll tell you everything later."

Once my parents were settled, I headed back to the complex, fists clenched.

I'd barely walked through the gate when I saw a banner hung across the entrance of the building, white letters on red:

DRIVE OUT THE CREEP RESIDENT, KEEP OUR COMPLEX SAFE!

Pasted in the middle of the banner was the photo of me taken last night.

Residents passing by pointed and muttered, their eyes full of scorn and disgust.

I stood under the banner in the blazing July sun, and yet I was cold all over.

Right then, my phone rang.

It was my girlfriend, the one I'd been with long-distance for two years.

I answered, and before I could say anything her cold voice came through. "Let's break up."

"A friend told me what's going on at your complex. The photo, the group chat, the banner, all of it."

"I never thought you were this kind of person. Don't contact me again."

I opened my mouth to explain.

But the words caught in my throat, and all at once I had no strength for it.

Explain what?

That I'd left men's shoes out of kindness to protect a neighbor? That I'd been wronged?

Even my parents had been driven into the hospital, and the whole complex had strung up a banner to run me out.

Who would believe me?

The line had already gone dead. I held the phone and listened to the busy tone.

Watching the residents come and go with their averted eyes, I suddenly laughed.

Laughed at my own stupidity, laughed at myself for meddling.

Fine.

Since you all think I'm a creep.

I'm never getting involved again!

3: 3

But I never expected that same night to see the dark figure in the stairwell again.

He was crouched in the shadow of the hallway, half his body pressed to the wall, working at the lock on the neighbor's door.

Every drop of blood in me froze.

Get involved? Last time I got involved, my mother was still lying in a hospital bed.

Stay out of it? That figure was creeping closer to her door.

I gritted my teeth and yanked out my phone. Before I could turn on the flash, all the screen showed was a smeared blur.

The figure heard the noise, spun around, and bolted downstairs, footsteps pounding on the steps, gone in a blink.

I gripped my phone and walked up to her door.

My hand rose halfway, hung there for two seconds, then dropped back down.

Let her deal with it herself. I said I was done, so I'm done.

I'd barely turned around when the door behind me flew open.

"I knew it was you!" the woman screeched. "You pervert, camped outside my place again! Were you the one just now messing with my lock?!"

I didn't stop. I kept walking toward home.

"I'm calling the cops! Right now!" She snatched out her phone and dialed. "There's a pervert crouched outside my door, stalking me, and he tried to pry my door open!"

I was shaking with anger. I turned and shoved my phone in her face. "Look. That's who was at your door just now. Not me."

She glanced at the blurry figure and slapped the phone out of my hand. "Keep acting. Go ahead, keep it up!"

"You get some accomplice to fake a stalking, then jump out and play the hero, so I'll thank you, is that it? That cheap little routine of yours, who do you think you're fooling?!"

"My mother's still in the hospital. You think I've got nothing better to do than put on a show for you?" I clenched my fists until the knuckles cracked.

"Oh, dragging your mother into it now?" Her laugh was shrill and vicious. "No wonder she's lying in a hospital bed. That's karma for all the rotten things you've done!"

Doors up and down the hall opened one after another.

"Him again? Even the banner in the daytime couldn't scare him off. The nerve on this guy."

"Come on, kid, that's enough. Just apologize to the girl. Getting the police involved makes everyone look bad."

"If you ask me, he staged the whole thing to win her over. I've seen plenty of creeps like him."

I clenched my jaw and said nothing. Not two minutes later, two officers came up the stairs.

The moment she saw them, her eyes went red. She dabbed at her tears and shrank behind them.

"It's him! Harassing me in the middle of the night, and he even planted a screwdriver as a prop for his little act!"

I bent down to pick up the screwdriver by my feet, the one he'd used on the lock. My fingers had barely touched it when she kicked it down the stairs, and it clattered down two flights.

The officers frowned. One crouched to pick it up, then looked at my cracked screen.

"The photo isn't clear, and the physical evidence can't be directly tied to anyone. We'll pull the complex's security footage tomorrow. In the meantime, keep your doors and windows locked, and call us right away if anything comes up."

The woman blew up on the spot. "What do you mean?! It was him! Why aren't you arresting him?!"

"Ma'am, we work from evidence." The officer's voice dropped.

The onlookers murmured among themselves. Low, but every word bored straight into my ears.

"The evidence is right there and they still won't arrest him. He must have connections."

"See how he doesn't even defend himself? Clearly guilty."

I stood where I was, and the fury I'd started with cooled into something cold and hollow.

By the time I got back from giving my statement, they were still clustered in the stairwell, pointing and whispering.

I lifted my eyes and swept the crowd of gawking neighbors, then fixed my gaze on the woman's face. Word by word, I said, "Listen carefully. If I ever lift a finger for your problems again, you can call me a lowlife."

Then I turned and went back inside, and the talk behind me shot up at once.

"See that? Guilty! Nothing to say, so he just spews threats!"

"Even after the cops showed up he still won't admit it! What a piece of garbage!"

"Let's see if he ever dares harass anyone again!"

The woman's voice was smug. "I told you he'd slip up!"

I didn't look back. I went inside and bolted the door.

The world finally went quiet.

I picked up the blood pressure pills on the table, ready to take them to my mother the next day.

But the next evening, the moment I got to the hospital,

the phone in my pocket suddenly buzzed like mad.

I opened it. At the very top was a video.

The neighbor's tearing, screaming sobs exploded out of the room. "Help! Someone's prying my door open!"

4: 4

Prying at her door?

My finger stopped on the screen. In the video, the sound of metal scraping the lock cylinder came through sharp and cold.

Creak click!

One after another, the noise crawled under my skin.

The residents' group chat had already spat out over a hundred messages. The newest three were all voice notes, all tagging me.

"Everyone, come see for yourselves! It's him! He's holding a grudge because I exposed his little act yesterday, so today he sent someone to pry my door open for revenge!"

"I knew it, a sicko like you is petty to the bone! Play the quiet innocent all day, then pull something rotten behind everyone's back!"

"If anything happens to me, it's all your fault!"

Underneath, the pile-on scrolled fast, every name a familiar one.

"I said all along he wasn't a good person. Called out and now he's lashing out, terrifying!"

"So the dark figure was him this whole time. Gotten addicted to writing his own little drama, huh?!"

"No wonder his mom's laid up in the hospital. Rot at the top, rot at the bottom. Not one decent person in that family!"

I stared at the screen. My chest went tight at first, and the longer I stared, the more I actually laughed out loud.

Laughed at how stupid they were, and laughed at myself for hesitating two whole seconds yesterday.

I didn't type a single word of pointless defense.

I just opened my location, and took a photo of the caregiver card at the head of the hospital bed, the room number on the wall, and the water kettle steaming beside my hand.

Location and photo, both dropped straight into the group.

The corner of the photo showed the time, clear as day: 22:17, less than two minutes off from when she'd posted her video.

"I'm at the hospital. Your family's mess, keep me out of it."

The group went dead silent in an instant.

The messages that had been flying a second ago jammed hard against the one where I posted the picture.

A full half minute, and nobody said a thing.

After a long while, the third-floor resident who'd cursed the loudest finally squeezed out a line: "This location... isn't that really City General Hospital?"

"The photo doesn't look shopped either. So then... the one prying at the door isn't him?!"

"There couldn't actually be a burglar, could there?! The dark figure he mentioned yesterday, was it real?!"

Nobody brought up the word "revenge" again. The few who'd been jumping the hardest didn't even dare toss out something to smooth it over.

The neighbor's next voice note came right after, her voice clearly shaking, but she forced the bluff anyway: "You, you're lying! What's with the act?! You definitely shopped that photo in advance just to scare me!"

The words had barely left her when a dull thud hit outside her door.

The whole door shuddered with it. She cut off mid-word, the phone nearly slipping out of her hand.

The prying at the lock didn't stop. It got heavier.

Blow after blow, each one turning her insides cold.

She crept up to the peephole. All she could make out was a blurry dark figure pressed against the door, shoulders jerking, a baseball cap pulled low.

A layer of cold sweat shot up her back in an instant.

That wasn't right.

That wasn't right!

If he really was at the hospital, then who was standing at her door?!

The next second, the neighbor in the video cried out.

"You... who the hell are you!"