Congrats Alyn... you live next to The Murder House.
Damn, I had one hell of a weekend. My next-door neighbor was found murdered…
No lie! Dead on her front porch… Rather nasty-like, too!
I feel so bad writing about this. I seems like every time I tell you guys on my F-List about Toledo, it’s always either about crime, destruction or how poor my city is. No wonder I keep referring to it as “the crime-ridden, southern suburb of Detroit”.
Friday night, I went to bed a little bit early (apparently I was still trying to shake off Wednesday night).
Then, around 12:30 AM, I was woken up to the sound of a cop car-sirens blaring-careening down my street and stopping in front of my house. Though the cops woke me up, it wasn’t anything to get up and look at. Sadly, where I live, police cars at 12:30 in the morning are not all that uncommon. Not only is my neighborhood full of punk-ass teenagers that chronically pull stunts that get the cops called on them, I’m also near a major university-full of rowdy 20 year olds who think that competitive kegging is a collegiate sport.
I was about to pull the blankets over my face (to block out the flashing lights) and go back to sleep. Then, I heard a fire truck and ambulance. After the second cop car, that’s when I decided to get up and see what was going on… maybe some local teens (or some desperate underwater on their mortgage) succeeded in catching a house on fire?
Hey, it happened before…
My street was swarmed with six police cars, an EMS ambulance and a fire truck. Worse, they were congregating outside my house. Needless to say, there was no way I’d get back to sleep with all the noise outside (and the fact that my dog was going nuts because it’s in her German Shepard DNA that seeing people makes her go nuts).
Like any rational person in my neighborhood… I went outside to see what was going on and hope to hell that nobody was going start shooting. I leased up Cloe and joined the other block-gawkers outside… wondering what the hell was going on. After about 45 minutes, the cops told us there was nothing to see and to go back home (which really means some insane shit just went down and they don’t want us to Tweet about it). As I went back to my house, a cop stopped me and asked if I knew anything about my neighbor’s house.
There wasn’t much I could really tell the dude about the people who lived there. The house they moved into, next to mines, is kind-of like “The Bermuda Triangle” of real estate. People move in- but they either really don’t stay for very long, disappear in the middle of the night, are pulled out in handcuffs after a shootout… or set the son-of-a-bitch on fire! I mean, we all know of some sort of building like that… one day it’s a Pizza Hut, the next day it’s Army Recruitment Center, the next day it’s a Strip Club/Check’N Go. I just so happen to live next to three houses like this (and the afford mentioned “Strip’N Go”). The cop understood… after all, he knew I wasn’t the only person who lives next to defaulty property. So, he thanked me for my help and told me I should stay inside for the rest of the night (which means, REALLY insane shit just went down and if I take photos with my iPhone, they’ll bust my ass). Honestly, I had no clue what was going on.
So, I went back inside and took a nap on my couch. I woke up around 5:00 in the morning. Now that damn news was outside (because if the news vans are involved, you know something isn’t kosher). So, I turned the news on to see what the nightly damage was. That’s when I saw a news report (being recorded LIVE on my lawn) about how my neighbor was found murdered in her front porch and her husband was on the lamb for killing her. No sooner as I turned on my TV, then a reporter was at my door, asking me about the dead lady.
I’m now one of those people you see on the news that stereotypically state that their neighbors were nice, quiet and you had not a fucking clue they’d be an ax-murder…
What was even sadder then nobody knew there was a dead body on the porch for two days-was that nobody really knew the lady killed. Like me… I thought she had a small kid and a yappy-dog (turns out I got her mixed up with the other lady that lived there before her). Seriously, nobody really knew much of them… at all. Makes you feel bad that people could be getting shot, right next to you, and you’d never know because you didn’t know they existed.
Now, as I thought that having cops hanging out on my street was annoying enough. I now have to put up with teenage idiots that want to see “The Murder House”. I mean, come on… don’t you have better things to do with your time (like hang-out in the old ‘meth house’ smoking weed or knock over a 7/11) then to sneak into a house to see a bloodstained floor/wall.
On the good side of things, people are in the house, making sure kids don’t break into it. And, the cops did catch the guy who killed his wife. He made a run for the border… in Canada. Yes, sounds funny. But, then again, I’m only 40 miles from the Canadian border.
I swear, what the hell is UP with that house…
No lie! Dead on her front porch… Rather nasty-like, too!
I feel so bad writing about this. I seems like every time I tell you guys on my F-List about Toledo, it’s always either about crime, destruction or how poor my city is. No wonder I keep referring to it as “the crime-ridden, southern suburb of Detroit”.
Friday night, I went to bed a little bit early (apparently I was still trying to shake off Wednesday night).
Then, around 12:30 AM, I was woken up to the sound of a cop car-sirens blaring-careening down my street and stopping in front of my house. Though the cops woke me up, it wasn’t anything to get up and look at. Sadly, where I live, police cars at 12:30 in the morning are not all that uncommon. Not only is my neighborhood full of punk-ass teenagers that chronically pull stunts that get the cops called on them, I’m also near a major university-full of rowdy 20 year olds who think that competitive kegging is a collegiate sport.
I was about to pull the blankets over my face (to block out the flashing lights) and go back to sleep. Then, I heard a fire truck and ambulance. After the second cop car, that’s when I decided to get up and see what was going on… maybe some local teens (or some desperate underwater on their mortgage) succeeded in catching a house on fire?
Hey, it happened before…
My street was swarmed with six police cars, an EMS ambulance and a fire truck. Worse, they were congregating outside my house. Needless to say, there was no way I’d get back to sleep with all the noise outside (and the fact that my dog was going nuts because it’s in her German Shepard DNA that seeing people makes her go nuts).
Like any rational person in my neighborhood… I went outside to see what was going on and hope to hell that nobody was going start shooting. I leased up Cloe and joined the other block-gawkers outside… wondering what the hell was going on. After about 45 minutes, the cops told us there was nothing to see and to go back home (which really means some insane shit just went down and they don’t want us to Tweet about it). As I went back to my house, a cop stopped me and asked if I knew anything about my neighbor’s house.
There wasn’t much I could really tell the dude about the people who lived there. The house they moved into, next to mines, is kind-of like “The Bermuda Triangle” of real estate. People move in- but they either really don’t stay for very long, disappear in the middle of the night, are pulled out in handcuffs after a shootout… or set the son-of-a-bitch on fire! I mean, we all know of some sort of building like that… one day it’s a Pizza Hut, the next day it’s Army Recruitment Center, the next day it’s a Strip Club/Check’N Go. I just so happen to live next to three houses like this (and the afford mentioned “Strip’N Go”). The cop understood… after all, he knew I wasn’t the only person who lives next to defaulty property. So, he thanked me for my help and told me I should stay inside for the rest of the night (which means, REALLY insane shit just went down and if I take photos with my iPhone, they’ll bust my ass). Honestly, I had no clue what was going on.
So, I went back inside and took a nap on my couch. I woke up around 5:00 in the morning. Now that damn news was outside (because if the news vans are involved, you know something isn’t kosher). So, I turned the news on to see what the nightly damage was. That’s when I saw a news report (being recorded LIVE on my lawn) about how my neighbor was found murdered in her front porch and her husband was on the lamb for killing her. No sooner as I turned on my TV, then a reporter was at my door, asking me about the dead lady.
I’m now one of those people you see on the news that stereotypically state that their neighbors were nice, quiet and you had not a fucking clue they’d be an ax-murder…
What was even sadder then nobody knew there was a dead body on the porch for two days-was that nobody really knew the lady killed. Like me… I thought she had a small kid and a yappy-dog (turns out I got her mixed up with the other lady that lived there before her). Seriously, nobody really knew much of them… at all. Makes you feel bad that people could be getting shot, right next to you, and you’d never know because you didn’t know they existed.
Now, as I thought that having cops hanging out on my street was annoying enough. I now have to put up with teenage idiots that want to see “The Murder House”. I mean, come on… don’t you have better things to do with your time (like hang-out in the old ‘meth house’ smoking weed or knock over a 7/11) then to sneak into a house to see a bloodstained floor/wall.
On the good side of things, people are in the house, making sure kids don’t break into it. And, the cops did catch the guy who killed his wife. He made a run for the border… in Canada. Yes, sounds funny. But, then again, I’m only 40 miles from the Canadian border.
I swear, what the hell is UP with that house…