Post by angryfan on Aug 6, 2006 22:51:05 GMT -5
I normally don't do this, but venting seems like a good idea right now.
The past six days have been the weirdest I've had in quite some time.
Tuesday night, about 3 am, I'm sitting in my living room watching Bookie Nights when I hear a gunshot. I pop my head out on the balcony (not ground level) and see a guy sprawled out in the street in front of my house. I call 911, and the medics show up, but the guy's DOA. Turns out a guy was waiting by his house, and when he came out, he got shot in the back.
The next day, the cops are back, at the house across from me, because the guy that lives there decided to go off and pull a knife on his wife (in their front yard).
By this point, my brain is on overload, my sisters are both freaked, wanting to move, and the kids are all pissed because they can't go outside and play.
The next few days were crime-free, but spent looking for a new house and all the crap that goes along with it. Not scary, but stressful as all hell.
Then today, some time around 7 am, the phone calls start. Some guy, who knows the address we live at (our phone number is unlisted) starts calling and hassling my sister. First he starts in with the usual juvenile BS, but as the calls kept coming, he got worse. Eventually, he tells her what address we live at, her name, and says he's going to show up and rape her, and let her watch as he kills the kids. I wouldn't have believed it, but I was home when the last call came in.
We called the cops, but the guy is calling from random numbers, in various area codes (he's obviously got some kind of a scrambler). Everyone but me has gone to a hotel for a few days to try and get away from the crap, but, since I can't afford to miss work and don't have a permanent license yet, I have to be on a bus line, which means I stayed at the house.
So, for the next week, I have the house to myself, but have no clue what is coming next. The only thing I know for sure is I hate my neighborhood.
The past six days have been the weirdest I've had in quite some time.
Tuesday night, about 3 am, I'm sitting in my living room watching Bookie Nights when I hear a gunshot. I pop my head out on the balcony (not ground level) and see a guy sprawled out in the street in front of my house. I call 911, and the medics show up, but the guy's DOA. Turns out a guy was waiting by his house, and when he came out, he got shot in the back.
The next day, the cops are back, at the house across from me, because the guy that lives there decided to go off and pull a knife on his wife (in their front yard).
By this point, my brain is on overload, my sisters are both freaked, wanting to move, and the kids are all pissed because they can't go outside and play.
The next few days were crime-free, but spent looking for a new house and all the crap that goes along with it. Not scary, but stressful as all hell.
Then today, some time around 7 am, the phone calls start. Some guy, who knows the address we live at (our phone number is unlisted) starts calling and hassling my sister. First he starts in with the usual juvenile BS, but as the calls kept coming, he got worse. Eventually, he tells her what address we live at, her name, and says he's going to show up and rape her, and let her watch as he kills the kids. I wouldn't have believed it, but I was home when the last call came in.
We called the cops, but the guy is calling from random numbers, in various area codes (he's obviously got some kind of a scrambler). Everyone but me has gone to a hotel for a few days to try and get away from the crap, but, since I can't afford to miss work and don't have a permanent license yet, I have to be on a bus line, which means I stayed at the house.
So, for the next week, I have the house to myself, but have no clue what is coming next. The only thing I know for sure is I hate my neighborhood.