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and I guess I just need to get it off my chest. Sorry folks... long story.
My shop is actually a duplex. There is a 1 bedroom apartment attached in the back. For years, my neighbor was Jack, and I loved having him for a neighbor. But last year he moved into one of those subsidized (sp?) apartment complexes. My landlord offered me the apartment. He said he would knock the wall out and I could have the entire building. Unfortunately, at the time I had just decided to give up large dogs and I was concerned it would affect my income. I didn't want him to knock out the wall and revamp the whole building only to have ME stressing to afford the higher rent. So I passed. And then I proceeded to kick myself in the teeth numorous times because I realized I wouldn't have had a problem afterall.
The landlord totally remodeled the back apartment and found a renter. An elderly man with Alzheimers and his adult son, who is supose to be taking care of him. That's not happening, in my opinion, but that's another long story.
So this evening I'm working on my last dog of the day and I hear all this noise coming from the apartment. Which is actually odd, because those walls are pretty thick and I never hear anything over there. Jack always use to tell me he could never hear my barking dogs either. But tonight I heard plenty of noise and at first I thought the neighbors were talking to people through their door. They do that sometimes - just one of the many strange things that go on back there. But it continued for quite awhile so finally I peaked out my side door to see what the commotion was all about. I was surprised to see nobody out there.
Being the semi-nosy person that I am, I turned everything in my shop off so it was silent, and put my ear up to the wall. That's when things got bad. There was alot of pounding going on..... and yelling. I'm assuming it was the adult son doing all the yelling because every other word was the F word and he wasn't taking any breaths in between. But whats worse is I could also hear very muffled cries that sounded like the old man yelling OW OW OW. I wanted to march over there and pop the sons head off and shove it elsewhere, but instead I turned into a totally freaked out bowl of jello.
So, I called the cops. Luckily, a policeman lives just 4 doors from my shop and he came right over on foot. He pounded on the door for quite awhile before the son finally opened it, and within a few minutes there were 3 more squad cars in my parking lot.
Trying to shorten this up, it all ended with the officer coming to me to tell me he suspects there was definately something going on over there, but can't prove it. (he also said the son was NOT happy to see him standing at his door) However, the old man was very calm, had no marks on him and the apartment seemed to all be in place. At first the son told him he didn't hear the door because he was asleep, but then changed his story and said he was "trying" to sleep, but his dad had the tv up full blast and that's why he was yelling at him. (I didn't hear a tv) I'm pretty sure the cop knew he was lying. He said as bad as he wanted to haul that man off to jail, he couldn't do it because he didn't have a leg to stand on. But he said, "I promise you if I ever get a call about them again, he's going to jail".
My floors didn't get washed, the cages didn't get cleaned, I have 6 messages on my machine I didn't return and I didn't do my end of day cash register close-out. I just grabbed my shop money, my purse and coat and out the door I went. (the dog I was working on got picked up while the police were at the back apartment) I honestly did not feel comfortable being alone in that shop. I'm sure the son knows it was me who called the police.... who else would it be? I don't know why, but I just have a real uneasy feeling about that man back there and I really wish he would move and Jack would come back.
Anyway - I called the landlord and told them everything and they are going to make some phonecalls tomorrow because they agree that the old man needs to be checked on. I'm not moving to another location.... my rent is VERY reasonable and I have the best Landlord you could ever ask for. Up until this evening, I loved being there. My home away from home. But now? Eh..... I think maybe I'm just shook up over the whole incident and needed to freak out a little bit. lol
My shop is actually a duplex. There is a 1 bedroom apartment attached in the back. For years, my neighbor was Jack, and I loved having him for a neighbor. But last year he moved into one of those subsidized (sp?) apartment complexes. My landlord offered me the apartment. He said he would knock the wall out and I could have the entire building. Unfortunately, at the time I had just decided to give up large dogs and I was concerned it would affect my income. I didn't want him to knock out the wall and revamp the whole building only to have ME stressing to afford the higher rent. So I passed. And then I proceeded to kick myself in the teeth numorous times because I realized I wouldn't have had a problem afterall.
The landlord totally remodeled the back apartment and found a renter. An elderly man with Alzheimers and his adult son, who is supose to be taking care of him. That's not happening, in my opinion, but that's another long story.
So this evening I'm working on my last dog of the day and I hear all this noise coming from the apartment. Which is actually odd, because those walls are pretty thick and I never hear anything over there. Jack always use to tell me he could never hear my barking dogs either. But tonight I heard plenty of noise and at first I thought the neighbors were talking to people through their door. They do that sometimes - just one of the many strange things that go on back there. But it continued for quite awhile so finally I peaked out my side door to see what the commotion was all about. I was surprised to see nobody out there.
Being the semi-nosy person that I am, I turned everything in my shop off so it was silent, and put my ear up to the wall. That's when things got bad. There was alot of pounding going on..... and yelling. I'm assuming it was the adult son doing all the yelling because every other word was the F word and he wasn't taking any breaths in between. But whats worse is I could also hear very muffled cries that sounded like the old man yelling OW OW OW. I wanted to march over there and pop the sons head off and shove it elsewhere, but instead I turned into a totally freaked out bowl of jello.
So, I called the cops. Luckily, a policeman lives just 4 doors from my shop and he came right over on foot. He pounded on the door for quite awhile before the son finally opened it, and within a few minutes there were 3 more squad cars in my parking lot.
Trying to shorten this up, it all ended with the officer coming to me to tell me he suspects there was definately something going on over there, but can't prove it. (he also said the son was NOT happy to see him standing at his door) However, the old man was very calm, had no marks on him and the apartment seemed to all be in place. At first the son told him he didn't hear the door because he was asleep, but then changed his story and said he was "trying" to sleep, but his dad had the tv up full blast and that's why he was yelling at him. (I didn't hear a tv) I'm pretty sure the cop knew he was lying. He said as bad as he wanted to haul that man off to jail, he couldn't do it because he didn't have a leg to stand on. But he said, "I promise you if I ever get a call about them again, he's going to jail".
My floors didn't get washed, the cages didn't get cleaned, I have 6 messages on my machine I didn't return and I didn't do my end of day cash register close-out. I just grabbed my shop money, my purse and coat and out the door I went. (the dog I was working on got picked up while the police were at the back apartment) I honestly did not feel comfortable being alone in that shop. I'm sure the son knows it was me who called the police.... who else would it be? I don't know why, but I just have a real uneasy feeling about that man back there and I really wish he would move and Jack would come back.
Anyway - I called the landlord and told them everything and they are going to make some phonecalls tomorrow because they agree that the old man needs to be checked on. I'm not moving to another location.... my rent is VERY reasonable and I have the best Landlord you could ever ask for. Up until this evening, I loved being there. My home away from home. But now? Eh..... I think maybe I'm just shook up over the whole incident and needed to freak out a little bit. lol
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