I read the news today, oh boy
Last night I was lying in bed, just a-sleepin, when I was awoken by a loud noise. I came out of sleep with a start, alert to a problem. I realized quickly that it was Leslie that had come in the door, but something was wrong. She never comes in so loudly. I'm not sure exactly what I did. I got out of bed and reached for clothes, thinking, "Why am I reaching for clothes if there's someone in here?" I was calmed by somehow knowing it was Leslie. She must have spoken.
She came in the bedroom and told me it was ok, but that she had pulled up, parked the car, and walked to the stairs. When she go there she could hear someone in the area. Remember, this is 3:30 am. She started going up the stairs and this person started running at her. She said she barely got into the apartment before they got to her. That's why her entry was so loud.
I asked her if I could do anything and she said she was calling the police. While she was on the phone to 911 I thought about going out the front door but thought better of it. Instead I stepped out onto the back balcony. I saw a guy walking down the street who resembled the description she was giving the operator. Then Leslie saw him out the window.
He was walking toward a car that was right below our balcony. I made no effort to hide myself and just stood there looking at him. There was something about this that just didn't add up. The guy was walking to the car like there was nothing odd going on. It couldn't be the guy who chased Leslie up the stairs. EIther it wasn't him, or he was completely insane and had no thought of getting caught. That's when we noticed what he was carrying.
He had, in his right arm, a stack of newspapers that he was delivering. I walked back inside and went to the front door and opened it. Sure enough our neighbor's morning papers were sitting at their doorsteps. This guy wasn't a lunatic, he was bounding up the stairs to deliver newspapers.
She came in the bedroom and told me it was ok, but that she had pulled up, parked the car, and walked to the stairs. When she go there she could hear someone in the area. Remember, this is 3:30 am. She started going up the stairs and this person started running at her. She said she barely got into the apartment before they got to her. That's why her entry was so loud.
I asked her if I could do anything and she said she was calling the police. While she was on the phone to 911 I thought about going out the front door but thought better of it. Instead I stepped out onto the back balcony. I saw a guy walking down the street who resembled the description she was giving the operator. Then Leslie saw him out the window.
He was walking toward a car that was right below our balcony. I made no effort to hide myself and just stood there looking at him. There was something about this that just didn't add up. The guy was walking to the car like there was nothing odd going on. It couldn't be the guy who chased Leslie up the stairs. EIther it wasn't him, or he was completely insane and had no thought of getting caught. That's when we noticed what he was carrying.
He had, in his right arm, a stack of newspapers that he was delivering. I walked back inside and went to the front door and opened it. Sure enough our neighbor's morning papers were sitting at their doorsteps. This guy wasn't a lunatic, he was bounding up the stairs to deliver newspapers.