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The strangest, scariest, most dramatic thing that you've seen in your n'hood

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This one popped into my head the other day. I don't think I've shared it here because I don't think I've thought of it in years. About a decade ago, when DH (then just DF) had just moved in with me, someone started pounding on our door at about 3 AM. These days I would immediately call 911, but back then I sent DH down to answer the door.  ::) He came back and said it was two teenagers saying something about the skateboard ramp in front of the house.

A little background: I had moved into a house my parents owned that my grandmother had lived in for decades. She wanted to move after my grandfather died, and since my parents' business office was attached to the house they wanted someone there full time. When my grandma was living there she allowed my two miscreant cousins to stay with her whenever--I once found drugs that the older one had apparently dropped. They were not good people. Anyway, the skateboard ramp had been there when we moved in. I never even knew it was a skateboard ramp; to me it was just "that plywood thing in front of the house."

So I went downstairs and boy was I angry at being woke up in the middle of the night for something stupid like a crappy skateboard ramp. It was a boy and a girl, and the boy started out with an attitude but dropped it after a few very choice words from me. I told him in no uncertain terms that it had been here when we moved in, I didn't know anything about it, but if it was his to take it for Pete's sake, and never ever to wake someone up in the middle of the night for something this stupid again. He looked a little sheepish and they dragged the ramp off into the night. Afterward I realized how stupid it was of us to answer the door at 3 AM.

In that same house, I saw one of the neighbors and his wife screaming at each other. The husband threatened to kill his wife and hit her, so I called the police. I later heard that when the police came the neighbors' dog charged the officer and the neighbor man wouldn't call it back, so it was shot.

This isn't scary but it's both dramatic and strange.

For some reason, our neighborhood is a magnet for photo shoots.  Fashion spreads, advertisements, TV shows and movies commonly bring in the big trucks and generators.  We're used to this but something interesting is happening now.

The production is 'Brooklyn Taxi'.  We found out today that it's a French sitcom that has already been sold to be shown in Russia, Italy and Japan. 

When did Brooklyn become a world-wide brand name?

It didn't happen where I lived, but where I worked.  My dad owned a laundromat from the early '80s to early '90s.  I was in high school in the mid 80's and worked there part time.

I was working one Saturday afternoon and heard a commotion across the street, where there was a row of townhouses.  The screaming got worse, and the guy next door at the pizza place came over to say he'd called the police.

Next thing we know, the male in the house had chased out the female into the yard, and proceeded to stab her to death as their kids screamed from the windows.

Just then, the police roared up.  They managed to get the guy off of her and into the police car, but it was too late for her.  Horrifying.  She was a customer, too..so I knew her a little. 

I called my dad and told him he had to come relieve me.  He asked why and I told him.  I think he thought I was exaggerating or mistaken until he got there.

This happened in like 1986 or 1987 (I was 16-ish) and I can still visualize it as clearly as as it happened yesterday.

I never did find out what happened to the kids. :(

Diane AKA Traska:
::Hands Peppergirl a trophy::

I'm pretty sure that wins...

Heck of a thing to win a trophy for, but I'll take it.

Pretty sure nowadays they'd have whisked me off to counseling.  Definitely wasn't a societal norm for this kind of thing back then.


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