I Offered the Neighbor’s Kid Cake and Got Called a Creep

Summary

At two in the morning, my phone vibrated like crazy, and SnapChat messages flooded in one after another.

I was going through math practice questions, and the noise irritated me so much that I picked up my phone and saw—the apartment complex homeowners’ group chat, with more than four hundred unread messages.

Someone had tagged me.

I scrolled up, and the first message was from Daisy’s mom, Carla, who lived downstairs in 602.

“Warning to all parents: there is an adult man in our complex using food to lure little girls, and he is suspected of having improper intentions.”