So there I was, leaving my apartment with Tim, when this girl passes us on the staircase (going downstairs from the apartments from above). She's bundled up with a blue wool cap, matching gloves and a trenchcoat down to her ankles, all of which were overshadowed by the zombie-like stare that glazed over her eyes. It wasn't until I was walking down the stairs behind her that I notice it: a huge kitchen knife in her right hand, held firmly by her side.
She continues to march down the stairs, but instead of going out to the parking lot, she makes a sharp, right turn and practically runs into another apartment. So from an upstairs apartment, with a knife, and back downstairs into another apartment (not to mention, at an unusually fast pace).
Ok....whaaaaaaaaattttttt???
Fleeing the scene of a crime? Safeguarding herself from the terrors of the night? Re-enacting a zombie horror flick? All are reasonable presumptions.
Alright, enough overreacting. You didn't see her face, though. Trust me, there was something fishy going on.
2 comments:
If she was just borrowing from an upstairs neighbor, though, then why was she so bundled up? Seems unnecessary to just run upstairs for a cooking knife ... Hope everything turned out ok!!
Seriously! Everything is ok in that I haven't seen this girl again, which is also strange... hmmm
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