Posted: 11/18/2007 7:10:53 AM EDT
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Oi Ve. Fun times all around. Figured I'd share, just for the hell of it. So, last night, round about midnight, I get a knock on my door. I'm definitely not expecting visitors (Given that I had a final at 9AM this morning) so I keep the rape-lock closed and check the peephole. Turns out it's my neighbor, looking a bit worse for wear. I'll backtrack for a moment so you know the whole story. The neighbors have been having what would be called "Domestic Issues" for the past few weeks. Lots of arguing and yelling. Always right as I'm trying to go to bed, too. So anyways, last weekend (Thursday night/Friday morning) I was getting ready for bed, and I hear them screaming. Really screaming. And then the breaking glass. And then what I could have sworn were shots. (Turns out they weren't, but oh well) I hit the deck and call 911. Cops show up, (Eventually. Like a 20 minute response time. Good thing they weren't actually shooting at each other) talk to me, talk to them, take off. Woohoo. I figure it's more or less over, since an intelligent woman would punt his ass to the curb. Turns out she's not that smart, and I keep seeing him. Somehow he finds out I called it in, and gives me shit. He's just a punk, so I don't worry about it. Back to last night/this morning. I open to door, and notice that she's, well, bloody. And a wee bit upset. And carrying a pair of kitchen knives. Kinda concerning. I'm about to slam the door in her face when I notice she's crying, and mumbling about "He threw me into the wall". Ah. One of those. I bring her in, call 911 again. Set her on the couch, put the cat in the bedroom and arm up in case the asshole has any notions of following her. Cops & medics show up, more rapidly this time, and suddenly I'm having a party. They talk to her, then go next door to talk to him. And then things get... Wierd. No one told me, and I didn't ask, but it seemed there was definitely more going on than just "He hit me". Nothing I can put my finger on, save that her behavior was very erratic, and not in a Post-Trauma way. So she leaves with her friend for the ER, and they take the guy away in an ambulance (Apparently he's been cut too). And then the cops vanish. Their cars are in the lot for an hour or so, but they never come back and take a statement from me. And the knives she was carrying are still on my counter, which concerns me, especially since he was cut too. I'm not terribly concerned about the statement thing. If they feel they don't need my story, more power to them. But I am concerned about the random (Possibly bloody, possibly just kinda rusty) knives on my counter. Anyone got any ideas what I should do about that? |
| Tag out of fascination. My local police asked me to borrow a ladder to investigate a break-in at my neighbor's house. Then they asked me if I wanted to come in and help hold the ladder. So sometimes cops do unexpected things. Still, leaving a bloody knife behind... |
I tried calling them today, and couldn't get through to anyone who knew what was going on. Going to try again tomorrow. I haven't touched the knives, and have no intention of doing so.
I'd been doing some writing on the couch, and my laptop posture makes carrying uncomfortable. That and I don't always carry in the house. It's usually on the counter or the desk. In this case, it was in the bedroom. I checked the peephole first, so I was sure it was just her. At that point, my goal was to get her inside. If I'd gone in to get it before letting her in, she might have wandered off, and gotten attacked outside, or gone to someone else's apt who was less able to protect her. I dunno. Seemed like the right course of action at the time. |