wrong address

... a person returns home to find a letter has been slid under his door, it is addressed to one of the other three tenants who live in the building, and while going up two flights of stairs to slide the letter under the door of the room overlooking the front yard, he recalls an incident he heard in the house two nights before.

... on that night as he was drifting off to sleep he was startled back to wake by someone screaming and yelling in the hallway of the house. the noise was being made by another tenant who lived on the second floor in the unit overlooking the backyard.

... it began with this second tenent yelling up to the tenant in the side room to come down so he can talk to him. there was a pause as he waits for the other tenant to show his face and when that doesn't happen he yells alright im coming up there, it sounds as though he stops half way up the stairs and begins ranting and raging at the other tenant and whapping what sounds like a rolled up newspaper on the wall.

... why did you do it why, how could you he's my best friends son you son of a bitch his voice wrenching with hate, swearing accusations of you couldn't leave him alone you had to drag him into your drug shit you bastard...

... the first tenant could now hear the fourth tenant who's letter he found under his door talking to the raging tenant and telling him to calm down. get back in your room this has nothing to do with you get back in your room and lock your door unless you want some of this too, it's between me and the drug selling shit bag in this room.

... the noises of someone whapping something against a wall or door continue to come down from the second floor between pauses for sobbing and swearing at the tenant he claims got his best friends son hooked on some drug or drugs.

... the second tenent then screams he is calling the police i swear im calling the police you son of a bitch, im dialing right now and as he dials the number he counts it out loud enough the first tenent in the basement room can hear it. their answering he yells and he asks if they can send someone to the house he wants to report a person for providing the son of his best friend with drugs, the person is here in the house and can they send someone as he is afraid he might do something himself. he thanks them.

... he says goodbye hangs up and then there is an ominous silence broken with the sounds of something heavier than a newspaper being smashed against a wall and high pitched yelling how could you do it he's only a kid you son of a bitch how can you live with your self, only a kid hes only a kid, he's my best friends son you bastard you think you'll get away with this, did you hear that they are coming and when I tell them what you have in your room do you hear meeee. a pause to catch his breath and then more raging and smashing. wait till i talk to them wait till i tell them what your doing you wont talk to me youll talk to them youll be going back to prison you son of a bitch bastard..

... there is a cease in the smashing as the tenent who called the police comes down the stairs to the ground floor crosses the hall to the front door and out on to the steps, and then the person in the basement can hear the sound of suppressed laughter drifting in the rooms open window and wonders if the phone call was fake and the other tenant is bluffing.

... the person downstairs is thinking how scripted and like a television show the ranting and sobbing sounds were, as if it had been rehearsed for weeks before this nights performance. the first person lays in bed a while to see if the police show up, after half an hour he begins to think the tenant who was screaming about calling the cops pretended to call them, and as the noise from upstairs had stopped he decided to go back to sleep.

... as the first person is drifting off for the second time he is woken by the sounds of the police radio, he can see a light through the rooms windows as someone walks along the side of the building to the back yard and then come back to the front and the sound of the overwrought tenant greeting the police.

... the tenant who called the police greets the two officers at the front door and one of the officers says they got a call and asked what's wrong the tenent who called explains he feels like a fool now having called them, it was all a mistake he got overwrought over something he really has no business in, and begged their forgiveness for taking up their time. he asks if they can overlook it he's sorry he knows how busy they are. they say it happens all the time its ok, if you change your mind or it happens again dont hesitate to call and they go to their car while he continues to flatter them from the front step.

... the police drive off and after a pause similar to the one when he came in earlier the second person can be heard laughing out loud upstairs in the hallway, he yell's up to the tenant in the room over the side yard, see what I can do to you, laughing that insane laugh of his similar to a little child that has told a lie about someone else and is believed, pounding his fist on the floor because it's so funny he can call the cops and threaten the other tenant over what's in all likelihood a lie. laughing about how he got them there had them eating excuses from his hand and then got them to leave with out talking to the other person.

... recalling this as he climbed the stairs to the second floor the tenant who found the letter under his door gets to the top of the second floor stairs and to slide the letter under the door he has to go past the door of the room overlooking the side yard, as he does he notices it has had its knob and deadbolt smashed in and the fire extinguisher from the wall is laying on the floor with a rolled up newspaper beside the door of the room overlooking the back yard.

 

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