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Okay. .
So, I was up real late Friday night/Saturday morning. I was doing my normal Friday night Myspace/Livejournal/Chatroom PAR-TAY (w00t!). My nieghbors got home from who-the-hell-knows-where at about 2:30-ish. They immediately began slamming doors and making all kinds of noises. It pissed me off to the point that I almost posted a rant in LJ. I didn't think too much of it, though because this whole neighborhood can get kind of loud and rowdy on any given Friday or Saturday night. But it didn't stop.
AT about 4 a.m., I started hearing what sounded like two grown adults wrestling around. The noise sounded just like when my boys wrestle upstairs, only HEAVIER, ya know? Instead of letting my paranoia get the best of me, I convinced myself that maybe they came home from a night of partying and decided to move furniture. (They just moved in less than a week ago, so the idea of late night furniture-moving made sense. Sorta.) The wrestling "noises" continued until nearly 6 a.m., and I went to sleep shortly thereafter.
But not for long. At 8 a.m. we were woken by a loud POUNDING on our front door. It was loud and abrupt enough to make Dan and I both jump completely out of bed from a dead sleep. Dan opened the front door in his boxers to find that no one was knocking on our door, but there were no less than SIX uniformed officers ponding on our next-door neighbors' door. I made a statement about what I'd heard just a few hours ago, and the rest of the day played out like a really, REALLY long and slow-paced episode of Law & Order. I watched the drama unfold ALL. DAY. LONG. I had a front row-seat to the show and nobody knew I was watching, glued to by bedroom window, watching through the blinds as Super-Cop, Brace-Face, Detective Dick , the CSU lady and a cast of extras solved the case.
Super-Cop is the guy who took my statement. I think he graduated from the acadamy last week. He looked young, lacked confidence, and was left standing alone while the other cops congregated. Brace -Face was his 30-something female partner. With Braces. She asked me a few questions, too. They nodded in some "this witness' statement matches up with our timeline" kinda way when I said the "wrestling" took place between 4 and 6 a.m. . They thanked me for my time and made me swear I was telling the truth and all that jazz, and I went back inside to watch.
Detective Dick showed up at about 11 a.m. with a bag full of Wendy's, making jokes about "job security" and how he wished "this were more like an episode of Law & Order. Then we'd all be out of here in less than an hour". Yeah. Dick. As the nieghborhood began to wake up, and more people noticed the "CRIME SCENE" tape that was wraped all around the side of the building, one balls-y (stupid?) neighbor asked Detective Dick what was going on. It took Detective Dickwad approximately 2.5 seconds to be the guy asking the questions. For the rest of the day, anyone unfortunate enough to stop and ask "what's going on?" was, in turn, asked "how well did you know them?" . . . "did you ever hear them arguing?". . . "do they have a car?". . . "did you see them last night?", and the oddest of all (considering the rest) "has anyone ever stopped you and tried to take money from you when you're walking around this neighborhood?". From what I gathered from my other neighbors' responses, the couple that had just moved in next-door to me were always arguing, he beat her all the time and she was afraid to leave her kids home alone with him. I've never met the couple, only the kids.
CSU lady showed up at about 4 p.m. with a camera, some rubber gloves, and a couple o' totes of evidence gathering stuffs. After her arrival, I heard talk of "blood evidence", "knife wounds", and a naked guy with a blood-soaked towel wrapped around his torso.
AS the day wore on, Detective Dick lost some of his jedi-mind powers and began sharing information. There was no one in the apartment. The apartment was, in fact, a crime scene. Ealier that morning, a man had been found, wandering near the local 7-11 with only a towel on, bleeding profusely. His story was that he'd been robbed and stabbed while walking to the store. That led the cops back to the guy's house (my next-door-neighbor) and there the story unfolded. Apparently the "wrestling" I'd heard the night before was the sound of this guy getting stabbed to near death in his own apartment. It makes me sick that that's what I was listening to. I still don't know who did it, but it is someone that the guy both knows and is protecting, hence his "I got robbed" story.
They finally finished their investigation after dark, and I'm sure I heard people back in the apartment last night.
So. That was my Saturday. Back to work today. Like nothing happened. Damn.
To say the least. (Angie, you might not want to read this. Something happened next-door to me this weekend and this is my account. I love you and I wouldn't want my words to cause you any more pain.)
So, I was up real late Friday night/Saturday morning. I was doing my normal Friday night Myspace/Livejournal/Chatroom PAR-TAY (w00t!). My nieghbors got home from who-the-hell-knows-where at about 2:30-ish. They immediately began slamming doors and making all kinds of noises. It pissed me off to the point that I almost posted a rant in LJ. I didn't think too much of it, though because this whole neighborhood can get kind of loud and rowdy on any given Friday or Saturday night. But it didn't stop.
AT about 4 a.m., I started hearing what sounded like two grown adults wrestling around. The noise sounded just like when my boys wrestle upstairs, only HEAVIER, ya know? Instead of letting my paranoia get the best of me, I convinced myself that maybe they came home from a night of partying and decided to move furniture. (They just moved in less than a week ago, so the idea of late night furniture-moving made sense. Sorta.) The wrestling "noises" continued until nearly 6 a.m., and I went to sleep shortly thereafter.
But not for long. At 8 a.m. we were woken by a loud POUNDING on our front door. It was loud and abrupt enough to make Dan and I both jump completely out of bed from a dead sleep. Dan opened the front door in his boxers to find that no one was knocking on our door, but there were no less than SIX uniformed officers ponding on our next-door neighbors' door. I made a statement about what I'd heard just a few hours ago, and the rest of the day played out like a really, REALLY long and slow-paced episode of Law & Order. I watched the drama unfold ALL. DAY. LONG. I had a front row-seat to the show and nobody knew I was watching, glued to by bedroom window, watching through the blinds as Super-Cop, Brace-Face, Detective Dick , the CSU lady and a cast of extras solved the case.
Super-Cop is the guy who took my statement. I think he graduated from the acadamy last week. He looked young, lacked confidence, and was left standing alone while the other cops congregated. Brace -Face was his 30-something female partner. With Braces. She asked me a few questions, too. They nodded in some "this witness' statement matches up with our timeline" kinda way when I said the "wrestling" took place between 4 and 6 a.m. . They thanked me for my time and made me swear I was telling the truth and all that jazz, and I went back inside to watch.
Detective Dick showed up at about 11 a.m. with a bag full of Wendy's, making jokes about "job security" and how he wished "this were more like an episode of Law & Order. Then we'd all be out of here in less than an hour". Yeah. Dick. As the nieghborhood began to wake up, and more people noticed the "CRIME SCENE" tape that was wraped all around the side of the building, one balls-y (stupid?) neighbor asked Detective Dick what was going on. It took Detective Dickwad approximately 2.5 seconds to be the guy asking the questions. For the rest of the day, anyone unfortunate enough to stop and ask "what's going on?" was, in turn, asked "how well did you know them?" . . . "did you ever hear them arguing?". . . "do they have a car?". . . "did you see them last night?", and the oddest of all (considering the rest) "has anyone ever stopped you and tried to take money from you when you're walking around this neighborhood?". From what I gathered from my other neighbors' responses, the couple that had just moved in next-door to me were always arguing, he beat her all the time and she was afraid to leave her kids home alone with him. I've never met the couple, only the kids.
CSU lady showed up at about 4 p.m. with a camera, some rubber gloves, and a couple o' totes of evidence gathering stuffs. After her arrival, I heard talk of "blood evidence", "knife wounds", and a naked guy with a blood-soaked towel wrapped around his torso.
AS the day wore on, Detective Dick lost some of his jedi-mind powers and began sharing information. There was no one in the apartment. The apartment was, in fact, a crime scene. Ealier that morning, a man had been found, wandering near the local 7-11 with only a towel on, bleeding profusely. His story was that he'd been robbed and stabbed while walking to the store. That led the cops back to the guy's house (my next-door-neighbor) and there the story unfolded. Apparently the "wrestling" I'd heard the night before was the sound of this guy getting stabbed to near death in his own apartment. It makes me sick that that's what I was listening to. I still don't know who did it, but it is someone that the guy both knows and is protecting, hence his "I got robbed" story.
They finally finished their investigation after dark, and I'm sure I heard people back in the apartment last night.
So. That was my Saturday. Back to work today. Like nothing happened. Damn.
To say the least. (Angie, you might not want to read this. Something happened next-door to me this weekend and this is my account. I love you and I wouldn't want my words to cause you any more pain.)