Zombie Christmas. Free Topic for LJ Idol
During the spring, a new woman moved into the apartment diagonally downstairs from me. I didn’t pay much attention to her at first. She was just a new person for me to occasionally watch from my window when I was bored. Though, as the weeks moved forward, I started to notice some very peculiar things about this woman.
First, she would pray out in the parking lot with some random guy. It wasn’t your typical praying where you bow your head, clasp your hands together, and say the prayer. Instead, she and her friend would face each other, touch their hands together palm to palm, tilt their heads up towards the sky (or sometimes touch their foreheads together,)and pray. It was a little strange to me, but I figured she was some sort of new age religious type person. She was free to pray however she wanted to pray.
Second, she would sit outside, alone, in the dark for no other reason than to sit there (as far as I could tell). I don’t know how many times that I would get in my car, turn on the engine, and the headlights would brightly shine upon her lone figure sitting in front of the sliding door to her apartment. The first time I saw that, it scared the crap out of me. It is just down right creepy, but once again she has the right to do what she wants providing she isn’t hurting anyone.
There were a couple of other things that this woman did that was just downright strange, but it was all pretty harmless stuff (if not a little weird). It wasn’t until one morning in June when the full out crazy started. I had been up all night (like normal since I work the graveyard shift), and I had just managed to go to sleep when I was woke up by the sound of someone sobbing outside (my window was open because we don’t have an air conditioner). I thought I was imagining things, but when it didn’t stop I had to check it out. I looked out my window, and there was the woman from downstairs wearing a black bath robe, hugging a tree, and sobbing uncontrollably.
What are you supposed to do in a situation like that? I figured that perhaps someone in her family might have died, and she needed to mourn. I didn’t want to stop her from mourning, but I also needed to get some sleep. In the end, I decided to just close my window, turn on my fan, and try to get some sleep. Surely the fan would drown out the sound of her loudly sobbing outside my window. It helped a little, until this woman screamed to the heavens as if she was being tortured.
It seemed like I wasn’t going back to sleep with that nonsense going on outside, so I turned my fan off and opened my window again just in time to see an older woman approach this sobbing woman. The older woman asked if she had lost someone, and there was no answer. She asked again, and this woman stated that she could feel the pain of all the children in the world. The older woman sighed in annoyance (much like I did), and said that she was disturbing the rest of the apartment complex before she walked off. Sadly, that didn’t stop the woman from hugging that tree, sobbing, and occasionally screaming. I had to call the leasing office (it was either them or the police as she was disturbing the peace) to have them send someone down to get her back inside (and even that took a hour).
From that day on, I avoided this woman, but she managed to catch my roommate and I as we were coming back from Christmas dinner. She wished us a Merry Christmas, and as we were trying to walk up the stairs she suddenly asked if we believed in signs. I knew the crazy was coming, but my roommate indulged her as he didn’t actually hear what she said. She said that she had received a sign about Marshall Law, and that we should be prepared for the end. Yes, that is what everyone wants to hear on Christmas, that the world is going to end.
I had a good laugh about it while I was at work. When I got home from work the next morning, I noticed a sign in her window. She was warning everyone that the world was going to end. I tip-toed closer to the window to read the sign better, and had to force myself not to laugh out loud. Not only are we going to have an apocalypse, but we are going to have a zombie apocalypse!
First, she would pray out in the parking lot with some random guy. It wasn’t your typical praying where you bow your head, clasp your hands together, and say the prayer. Instead, she and her friend would face each other, touch their hands together palm to palm, tilt their heads up towards the sky (or sometimes touch their foreheads together,)and pray. It was a little strange to me, but I figured she was some sort of new age religious type person. She was free to pray however she wanted to pray.
Second, she would sit outside, alone, in the dark for no other reason than to sit there (as far as I could tell). I don’t know how many times that I would get in my car, turn on the engine, and the headlights would brightly shine upon her lone figure sitting in front of the sliding door to her apartment. The first time I saw that, it scared the crap out of me. It is just down right creepy, but once again she has the right to do what she wants providing she isn’t hurting anyone.
There were a couple of other things that this woman did that was just downright strange, but it was all pretty harmless stuff (if not a little weird). It wasn’t until one morning in June when the full out crazy started. I had been up all night (like normal since I work the graveyard shift), and I had just managed to go to sleep when I was woke up by the sound of someone sobbing outside (my window was open because we don’t have an air conditioner). I thought I was imagining things, but when it didn’t stop I had to check it out. I looked out my window, and there was the woman from downstairs wearing a black bath robe, hugging a tree, and sobbing uncontrollably.
What are you supposed to do in a situation like that? I figured that perhaps someone in her family might have died, and she needed to mourn. I didn’t want to stop her from mourning, but I also needed to get some sleep. In the end, I decided to just close my window, turn on my fan, and try to get some sleep. Surely the fan would drown out the sound of her loudly sobbing outside my window. It helped a little, until this woman screamed to the heavens as if she was being tortured.
It seemed like I wasn’t going back to sleep with that nonsense going on outside, so I turned my fan off and opened my window again just in time to see an older woman approach this sobbing woman. The older woman asked if she had lost someone, and there was no answer. She asked again, and this woman stated that she could feel the pain of all the children in the world. The older woman sighed in annoyance (much like I did), and said that she was disturbing the rest of the apartment complex before she walked off. Sadly, that didn’t stop the woman from hugging that tree, sobbing, and occasionally screaming. I had to call the leasing office (it was either them or the police as she was disturbing the peace) to have them send someone down to get her back inside (and even that took a hour).
From that day on, I avoided this woman, but she managed to catch my roommate and I as we were coming back from Christmas dinner. She wished us a Merry Christmas, and as we were trying to walk up the stairs she suddenly asked if we believed in signs. I knew the crazy was coming, but my roommate indulged her as he didn’t actually hear what she said. She said that she had received a sign about Marshall Law, and that we should be prepared for the end. Yes, that is what everyone wants to hear on Christmas, that the world is going to end.
I had a good laugh about it while I was at work. When I got home from work the next morning, I noticed a sign in her window. She was warning everyone that the world was going to end. I tip-toed closer to the window to read the sign better, and had to force myself not to laugh out loud. Not only are we going to have an apocalypse, but we are going to have a zombie apocalypse!