So remember my upstairs neighbors? And I thought maybe someone was having an affair and then we realized they’re probably brother and sister?
Well, they’re back.
Things have been pretty quiet up there, there’s still lots of sexy going on, but its been relatively serene in our building
Until midnight last night.
Around midnight Buddy starts barking barking…the door buzzer upstairs is ringing over and over…and over.
So John goes to our door and peeks out the peephole and sees the girlfriend going upstairs, apparently taking her shirt off before she gets there…
Then we hear chaos, total and complete chaos.
We hear screaming, stuff being thrown around, we hear doors slamming, people running down hallways, we hear DISTINCTLY sexy kind of noises followed by more screaming.
John gets up and puts his clothes on to go up there, then it stops.
For awhile.
Then we hear more screaming and banging around, doors being slammed, more running down the hallway.
Then the girl leaves and about five minutes later we hear her ringing the doorbell over and over again. He lets her in and we hear more slammed doors, and muffled screams.
Then it stops.
Then we hear what sounds a lot like violent vomiting, but it almost sounds like they’re both throwing up.
And then we hear more grunting, groaning…sexual type noises, and more muffled stuff too.
Eventually, around 1:00AM it stops.
I have absolutely no idea what went on up there, I’m not sure why we didn’t go up there, I know I was scared, if this guy was in some rage…or if they were just playing some extra kinky role playing stuff, I don’t know. But when she left and CAME BACK, I knew something fishy was up.
It was so weird, we were both so sleepy, and the noises were so hard to decipher, if he was throwing her around, why did she come back?
If they were “doing it” why was there so much stomping all over the apartment?
Were we stupid for not going up there? Did he hurt this girl? Were they fucking around? I don’t know, but I do know that the next noise we hear from up there, we’re calling the cops. Which is probably what we should have done in the first place.
5 comments:
Oh my God, that is frightening. Yeah, totally call the cops next time. It's cool if it is a kink or something, but not when it affects others. Yikes.
Whoa. I don't even know what to say about that. The vomitting part is extra creeptown. Yipes. We call our upstairs neighbors "The Doin It Crew" but that's just cuz the bed squeeks. After this story I feel blessed to have The D.I.C.
"the doin it crew." holy shit, that's funny.
however, to my VIS ... dude, that's really weird. if you call the cops, they might ask you if you went up there to say anything. but who cares? that's their job.
I'm not sure why we never went up there, looking back on it, a woman was screaming for petes sakes.
Looking back on it, it really cements some of that Kitty Genovese type thinking.
yeah you shouldn't have to go up there dude. You could've gotten stabbed or barfed on or sex'd up. I wouldn't beat yourself up too much. It sounds like they were both into the drama or the game or whatever skeevy thing they were doing.
And Smussyolay! I think you were at the Blogher conf. yes? I was in a room in which you asked a question. That was not good english but you know what I mean.
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