Kyle and I were awoken in the middle of the night by loud hollering and talking outside out bedroom window. I peered through the blinds and saw 3 teenage boys, around 15-16 years old, standing around a car parked on the grass beneath our window. Suddenly, they all turned and stared at me, as I watched them through the blinds. One of the kids flipped me the middle finger, while the others laughed. I walked away from the window and grabbed my phone, ready to call the police. I went to the window to show them that I was going to call the police if they didn’t leave, and one of the kids started taking pictures of me through the window.
I opened the window, and started yelling at them that the police were on their way, and they ran. I waited for the police in front of the building, because I knew that the boys had run into the apartment next door. While waiting, despite it being the middle of the night, my female neighbor, and a much older man, were watching me from their living room window. The police came, and I explained what had happened. They knocked on my neighbor’s door, and even though she was just a few feet away, she took several minutes to answer, and acted as though she had just woken up and was confused.
The police asked her about the boys, and she denied knowing them, or having children. I shouted that she was lying, because she had 4 kids of her own in the apartment, and that I had seen all 3 boys run inside. My neighbor then changed her story and said all 3 boys were the old man’s sons, and that they were just staying there. One of the officers went in and scolded the boys, while the other made perverted comments about how he understood why the boys we taking pictures of me. I got annoyed and went back inside, then back to bed.
In the morning, I was sitting on my front steps, when my female neighbor came up to me to apologize for last night, and told me she was drunk. I was confused, since she hadn’t been drunk the night before, but accepted her apology. She then apologized for the damage to my car. I looked to my left, where my car was parked, but could see no damage to my car. I asked her what she was talking about, and she just stared at me in shock, before running into her apartment, and slamming the door.
I went inside, where Kyle was watching TV, and a breaking news report came on stating that dozens of cars had been lit on fire in our town. There was a 1-800 on the screen to call with any information, and I grabbed my phone to call, but my battery was dead. I told Kyle to call the number, but he didn’t want to, so I took his phone and went outside to call. I noticed that my neighbor was watching me as I talk to the operator that I suspected she had something to do with what had happened. My neighbor came outside and started screaming at me from her porch, and became more aggravated when she saw that I was ignoring her. She started throwing handfuls of grass at me, and the operator told me that police were on their way, then asked me if I wanted anything to drink…
And then I woke up.