Shoebox Neighbordrama, Part Two (or Three? I forget.)
Last night: 8:00pm-ish:
FriendC (as opposed to Friend and OtherFriend) had been helping me move schtuff to the Shoebox. At about this time, or maybe closer to 7-ish, he damaged the driver's side mirror on his car. We looked for a piece with flashlights, and failed to find it. The point to note here is that we thoroughly inspected the parking areas surrounding my space.
Last night: 12:00am-ish:
Friend (not FriendC) came back with me to help me carry my lizard cage up the stairs to my Shoebox. When we got out of the car, we noticed -lots- of blood, mostly in the parking space next to mine, but some in mine as well. It wasn't completely dry.
Tonight: 7:00pm-ish:
I told Landlordladyperson about the blood. She was NOT happy about this and said her brother would meet me at 9:00pm to look, and also check out my malfunctioning toilet. Brotherdude didn't show, but that's mostly okay. I fixed the toilet -perfectly- after spontaneously finding the right part in a box I unpacked.
Tonight: 10:00pm:
I was on the phone with my Dad; ironically, we had just finished discussing what firearms he planned to give me next time I drive up. Friend was on the computer. I started hearing noises downstairs in the parking area; loud angry yelling and slamming of objects. The voice sounded like BadNeighbor, who lives on the other side of me from NeighborDude. Yes, that's right, I am surrounded by über-scary people. BadNeighbor scares the shit out of me. Incidentally, the blood was mostly in BadNeighbor's space.
So as not to alarm my Dad, I didn't react at all to the sounds from the parking area. Just a handful of minutes later, however, I heard footsteps STORM up the stairs that I share with NeighborDude, then feircely angry yelling cussing, and pounding on NeighborDude's door; it sounded quite clearly as though it was BadNeighbor trying to pound or kick in NeighborDude's door. It scared the crap out of me. BadNeighbor is SCARY, I promise. It would NOT have surprised me if gunshots followed, but there were none. Whew. At least there's that. All the same, I blurted an urgent "Gotta go" to my dad and called the police. As I was speaking to the dispatcher, it dawned on me that NeighborDude and BadNeighbor would KNOW it was I who called if cops showed up. No one else shares the stairs, and no one else was around that I could tell. I explained this to the dispatcher, and decided not to have them send anyone. The dispatcher understood and told me to call back if I wanted police to show up and took note of all that had happened.
During this whole event, Friend and I were pretty much holed up in the bedroom. It's not like there's anywhere I can -go- when my only real exit (save for windows, or jumping off a balcony) is blocked by scary-ass scoundrels.
Friend and I waited for half an hour or so, listening, and when it seemed somewhat safe, we took off. I was scared, and I wanted to be away. Friend was pretty shaken, too, and he's lived some very scary places.
I called Landlordladyperson to tell her about the event. She was really, really angry that this had happened, and thanked me profusely for calling her and for calling the police. She also mentioned that, the night of the too-loud music from NeighborDude's friend's car, the police had been unable to show - because there had been a murder up the street.
Lovely.
I am keeping my eyes and ears open for a new place to live. I am hopeful that the "baddies" will be kicked out, though, and I can stay.
We shall see, I suppose.
FriendC (as opposed to Friend and OtherFriend) had been helping me move schtuff to the Shoebox. At about this time, or maybe closer to 7-ish, he damaged the driver's side mirror on his car. We looked for a piece with flashlights, and failed to find it. The point to note here is that we thoroughly inspected the parking areas surrounding my space.
Last night: 12:00am-ish:
Friend (not FriendC) came back with me to help me carry my lizard cage up the stairs to my Shoebox. When we got out of the car, we noticed -lots- of blood, mostly in the parking space next to mine, but some in mine as well. It wasn't completely dry.
Tonight: 7:00pm-ish:
I told Landlordladyperson about the blood. She was NOT happy about this and said her brother would meet me at 9:00pm to look, and also check out my malfunctioning toilet. Brotherdude didn't show, but that's mostly okay. I fixed the toilet -perfectly- after spontaneously finding the right part in a box I unpacked.
Tonight: 10:00pm:
I was on the phone with my Dad; ironically, we had just finished discussing what firearms he planned to give me next time I drive up. Friend was on the computer. I started hearing noises downstairs in the parking area; loud angry yelling and slamming of objects. The voice sounded like BadNeighbor, who lives on the other side of me from NeighborDude. Yes, that's right, I am surrounded by über-scary people. BadNeighbor scares the shit out of me. Incidentally, the blood was mostly in BadNeighbor's space.
So as not to alarm my Dad, I didn't react at all to the sounds from the parking area. Just a handful of minutes later, however, I heard footsteps STORM up the stairs that I share with NeighborDude, then feircely angry yelling cussing, and pounding on NeighborDude's door; it sounded quite clearly as though it was BadNeighbor trying to pound or kick in NeighborDude's door. It scared the crap out of me. BadNeighbor is SCARY, I promise. It would NOT have surprised me if gunshots followed, but there were none. Whew. At least there's that. All the same, I blurted an urgent "Gotta go" to my dad and called the police. As I was speaking to the dispatcher, it dawned on me that NeighborDude and BadNeighbor would KNOW it was I who called if cops showed up. No one else shares the stairs, and no one else was around that I could tell. I explained this to the dispatcher, and decided not to have them send anyone. The dispatcher understood and told me to call back if I wanted police to show up and took note of all that had happened.
During this whole event, Friend and I were pretty much holed up in the bedroom. It's not like there's anywhere I can -go- when my only real exit (save for windows, or jumping off a balcony) is blocked by scary-ass scoundrels.
Friend and I waited for half an hour or so, listening, and when it seemed somewhat safe, we took off. I was scared, and I wanted to be away. Friend was pretty shaken, too, and he's lived some very scary places.
I called Landlordladyperson to tell her about the event. She was really, really angry that this had happened, and thanked me profusely for calling her and for calling the police. She also mentioned that, the night of the too-loud music from NeighborDude's friend's car, the police had been unable to show - because there had been a murder up the street.
Lovely.
I am keeping my eyes and ears open for a new place to live. I am hopeful that the "baddies" will be kicked out, though, and I can stay.
We shall see, I suppose.