A Post-Halloween Mystery
So, last night my room was attacked by zombies. Or, I suppose it is possible it was attacked by a really REALLY drunk and confused guy. This is not nearly as terrifying as it seems, except that it happened at 4:30 in the morning. Which, actually, I think it may be BECAUSE it happened at 4:30AM that it wasn't very terrifying since I was just like, "Zombies? Wha? Go back to sleep..."
Actually, I need to talk to Tracey (roommate, not SoFla Tracy) because I think it may have been a friend of hers (in which case it's a good thing I didn't call the cops). So, perhaps an ounce of explanation:
I was sleeping and I heard someone on the porch. This is not unusual since my roommates and I come in at all crazy hours of the morn, so I figured Tracy had just gotten home or just got off work or something. She frequently comes home with a guy with a very distinct voice (deep and cottony, kinda slurred) who I assume is walking her to the door or something because they generally chat for a second then he says, "I'll see you later," or something. When I hear this I wake up (because I am a light sleeper) and then go right back to sleep. Well, I heard someone on the porch, as well as a voice that sounded very much like that guys, so I just kind of figured Tracy was home, and I went back to sleep. But I kept waking up because I KEPT hearing noises on the porch. Loud clunks, bangs, very slurred words that sounded more like moans than human speech. I woke up a little more thoroughly and was like, "Dude, what the hell is going on out there?" (And instantly regretted wondering because it sounded not entirely wholesome)
I just laid in my bed waiting for whatever horrible and likely inappropriate thing that was going on right outside my window to end so I could go back to sleep, but it didn't. Then I realized there must be only one person on the porch because I was yet to hear any evidence (voice, second clunks, etc) of a partner in crime. By this point, the noises had escalated to the person falling (or so it sounded like) into the railing, banging and clunking against the window and wall, and trying to open the door while cursing.
"Okay, so someone has CLEARLY had too much to drink. I bet they think this is their apartment and they are locked out," I reason, "Either that, or we are being robbed by the stupidest burglar in history,"
So, since I still thought it might be Tracey's friend, I decided to try and talk to her before calling the cops, but I couldn't get a hold of her. I knocked at her door for a few minutes and called her cell phone (which I heard going off in her room, but she didn't answer). She had told me before that she was a dead heavy sleeper.
Anyway, so I waited a minute or so more, not wanting to accidentally send my roommate's friend to jail for an attempted break in and being drunk and disorderly. Anyway, whoever it was stopped and went away before I decided to call the cops. But now I am left wondering several very important questions: Who was at the door? Was it Tracey's friend? Was it a random drunk guy who came home to the wrong apartment? Was it a ZOMBIE trying to get inside and eat our BRAINS? And most importantly...where is Tracey? o.o
Actually, I need to talk to Tracey (roommate, not SoFla Tracy) because I think it may have been a friend of hers (in which case it's a good thing I didn't call the cops). So, perhaps an ounce of explanation:
I was sleeping and I heard someone on the porch. This is not unusual since my roommates and I come in at all crazy hours of the morn, so I figured Tracy had just gotten home or just got off work or something. She frequently comes home with a guy with a very distinct voice (deep and cottony, kinda slurred) who I assume is walking her to the door or something because they generally chat for a second then he says, "I'll see you later," or something. When I hear this I wake up (because I am a light sleeper) and then go right back to sleep. Well, I heard someone on the porch, as well as a voice that sounded very much like that guys, so I just kind of figured Tracy was home, and I went back to sleep. But I kept waking up because I KEPT hearing noises on the porch. Loud clunks, bangs, very slurred words that sounded more like moans than human speech. I woke up a little more thoroughly and was like, "Dude, what the hell is going on out there?" (And instantly regretted wondering because it sounded not entirely wholesome)
I just laid in my bed waiting for whatever horrible and likely inappropriate thing that was going on right outside my window to end so I could go back to sleep, but it didn't. Then I realized there must be only one person on the porch because I was yet to hear any evidence (voice, second clunks, etc) of a partner in crime. By this point, the noises had escalated to the person falling (or so it sounded like) into the railing, banging and clunking against the window and wall, and trying to open the door while cursing.
"Okay, so someone has CLEARLY had too much to drink. I bet they think this is their apartment and they are locked out," I reason, "Either that, or we are being robbed by the stupidest burglar in history,"
So, since I still thought it might be Tracey's friend, I decided to try and talk to her before calling the cops, but I couldn't get a hold of her. I knocked at her door for a few minutes and called her cell phone (which I heard going off in her room, but she didn't answer). She had told me before that she was a dead heavy sleeper.
Anyway, so I waited a minute or so more, not wanting to accidentally send my roommate's friend to jail for an attempted break in and being drunk and disorderly. Anyway, whoever it was stopped and went away before I decided to call the cops. But now I am left wondering several very important questions: Who was at the door? Was it Tracey's friend? Was it a random drunk guy who came home to the wrong apartment? Was it a ZOMBIE trying to get inside and eat our BRAINS? And most importantly...where is Tracey? o.o