check last night as one of the weirdest...ever
i guess what happened to me last night warrants an lj entry because it is, without a doubt, one of the weirdest things to ever happen to me and, personally, i never want the pleasure of experiencing it again...
yesterday was a normal day. nothing major happened. got up. went to work. came home. had dinner. went to bed. standard.
then came 3:30 this morning...
i was sleeping soundly, dreaming about god knows what when i hear this incessant pounding. i thought it was someone banging on the front door of my downstairs neighbor so i didn't think anything of it. the pounding stopped after a few minutes...it could have been going on longer but i was asleep. i could have went back to bed but curiosity took over like a fever. i had to see what all the pounding was about. so i got out of bed and went to our front door. as i came closer and closer to the door i could hear the faint sound of crying and someone talking. just one voice. someone talking to themselves. i then heard footsteps going down our stairs. whomever it was was pounding on our door.
i stood there debating whether or not to open the door and take a peek. none of my friends or loved ones would come pounding on my door at that hour. they would have called first.
but, alas, curiosity took over again.
i opened the door.
as i did so, i saw someone walking across the parking lot towards the adjacent apartment building. she heard my door open and quickly turned back in my direction. she walked frantically towards the steps repeating over and over again "help me. help me." and then she said "someone tried to rape me and i think they are following me." or something to that affect. it was very difficult to understand her through the sobbing. she was a black girl. striped shirt. blue jeans. muffled hair. tears rolling consistently down her face.
of course my first notion was to do what? call the police of course. but every time i mentioned to her that i would do that for her she would scream " no no no! no police!" what she wanted me to do for her was to drive her to her dad's house all the way across town. this made me curious. why wouldn't she want me to call the police? if she didn't want to press charges she could at least get a ride from them.
what made me nervous during the whole confrontation was the fact that i never saw her right hand. it was wrapped around a small jacket or windbreaker and she never revealed it. from the time i saw her in the parking lot to the last moment.
i was really nervous by this time. so nervous i was shaking. so i did something anyone in my condition would have done...i told her to wait there. i went back inside, locking the door behind me. i went and asked everyone around me what i should do. buy this time i was not able to think at all. jean told me i needed to call the police, not just for her safety but mine as well. i woke my roommate up and said the same thing.
too nervous to call...jean did it for me. i sat there as they asked for my address, a summary of what happened and a description of the girl. they said they would send someone over to see what was going on. when asked whether or not we wanted the police to come see us, jean said no. seemed right at the time but i wish they did come. it would have given me some closure. during this entire time the girl was on the porch but just before the call to the police was made i heard her say "he's not helping me" and footsteps proceeding down the steps.
i don't know if the police ever came. i tried going back to sleep but it took a couple hours. i had all these thoughts in my head such as "will she come back?" or "i wonder what happened to her?" i'll probably never know.
eventually i went back to sleep. i awoke this morning less nervous but still reeling from the nightly activity. i called into work. i need a day where nothing happens. to recuperate from what happened. i still have this nervous feeling that i am going to go on our front deck and she'll be there. i'm nervous that i will hear pounding on the door. so i just need a day to rest and collect my thoughts and let this whole thing pass.
everyone needs some excitement in their lives...but nothing like this.
yesterday was a normal day. nothing major happened. got up. went to work. came home. had dinner. went to bed. standard.
then came 3:30 this morning...
i was sleeping soundly, dreaming about god knows what when i hear this incessant pounding. i thought it was someone banging on the front door of my downstairs neighbor so i didn't think anything of it. the pounding stopped after a few minutes...it could have been going on longer but i was asleep. i could have went back to bed but curiosity took over like a fever. i had to see what all the pounding was about. so i got out of bed and went to our front door. as i came closer and closer to the door i could hear the faint sound of crying and someone talking. just one voice. someone talking to themselves. i then heard footsteps going down our stairs. whomever it was was pounding on our door.
i stood there debating whether or not to open the door and take a peek. none of my friends or loved ones would come pounding on my door at that hour. they would have called first.
but, alas, curiosity took over again.
i opened the door.
as i did so, i saw someone walking across the parking lot towards the adjacent apartment building. she heard my door open and quickly turned back in my direction. she walked frantically towards the steps repeating over and over again "help me. help me." and then she said "someone tried to rape me and i think they are following me." or something to that affect. it was very difficult to understand her through the sobbing. she was a black girl. striped shirt. blue jeans. muffled hair. tears rolling consistently down her face.
of course my first notion was to do what? call the police of course. but every time i mentioned to her that i would do that for her she would scream " no no no! no police!" what she wanted me to do for her was to drive her to her dad's house all the way across town. this made me curious. why wouldn't she want me to call the police? if she didn't want to press charges she could at least get a ride from them.
what made me nervous during the whole confrontation was the fact that i never saw her right hand. it was wrapped around a small jacket or windbreaker and she never revealed it. from the time i saw her in the parking lot to the last moment.
i was really nervous by this time. so nervous i was shaking. so i did something anyone in my condition would have done...i told her to wait there. i went back inside, locking the door behind me. i went and asked everyone around me what i should do. buy this time i was not able to think at all. jean told me i needed to call the police, not just for her safety but mine as well. i woke my roommate up and said the same thing.
too nervous to call...jean did it for me. i sat there as they asked for my address, a summary of what happened and a description of the girl. they said they would send someone over to see what was going on. when asked whether or not we wanted the police to come see us, jean said no. seemed right at the time but i wish they did come. it would have given me some closure. during this entire time the girl was on the porch but just before the call to the police was made i heard her say "he's not helping me" and footsteps proceeding down the steps.
i don't know if the police ever came. i tried going back to sleep but it took a couple hours. i had all these thoughts in my head such as "will she come back?" or "i wonder what happened to her?" i'll probably never know.
eventually i went back to sleep. i awoke this morning less nervous but still reeling from the nightly activity. i called into work. i need a day where nothing happens. to recuperate from what happened. i still have this nervous feeling that i am going to go on our front deck and she'll be there. i'm nervous that i will hear pounding on the door. so i just need a day to rest and collect my thoughts and let this whole thing pass.
everyone needs some excitement in their lives...but nothing like this.