There are some very strange people in my neighbourhood. Last summer we were enjoying a few drinks with friends when the drunkest woman in the world stumbled into our lounge through the window (an amazing achievement considering the window is quite high off the ground. And she was drunk). She demanded we give her beer if we wanted her to leave.
The house in front of mine is home to an old man and an Asian lady who yells a lot. They never open their curtains and I had been living here for three months before I ever saw anyone come out of the house. Sometimes late at night they’ll flick their outside light on and then off again. And then on again. And then off again. And on again. Over and over.
The other day I heard the Asian lady yelling at the old man. Her accent is very strong so I can’t be 100% sure that this is what she said, but this is what I heard her say:
“I could kill you! I could kill you and they’d never know! I’d kill you with the electric chair! And they’d never know!”
But by far the weirdest neighbour I have had is a man I now refer to as Spider Man. I was in my room one day when I witnessed this conversation taking place between two of my neighbours.
My other neighbour ran to barricade himself inside the safety of his house, and Spider Man eventually disappeared back inside his apartment.
About ten minutes later I looked out my lounge window. This is what I saw.
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