thewildcard
I'm in this for the ice cream.
nycWhy can't I sleep tonight? Well, it's 2:45 and around 2 this morning, a murder occurred in the street. And I heard it.
A man was being tortured, beaten at the very least and tortured; like screaming wildly tortured, by at least two or maybe three other men. My apartment windows aren't very well protected and one was open with a curtain over it and I was afraid to go look; if they saw me looking and wanted to come do something to me; they could do it pretty easily. These fire escapes all go right to our big windows.
I was awakened from a deep sleep to the screaming. It took me a minute to figure out that it was really serious. Then I was paralyzed, briefly, deciding whether I should call the police or if the attackers would hear me doing so through the open window. The fight continued and I knew I had to; the man was not getting away and things were getting worse.
He was screaming "Who does this?? Who does this in the fucking street??"
My street. My cute, safe little street.
He never screamed for help. I guess it's implied if you're screaming at all.
So, things wrapped up pretty quickly after I called the police. From what I could hear, they hurt him badly, laughed at him, screamed at him to get in a car, he screamed at them to let him get up on his own, he couldn't, they hurt him more and laughed, hurt him to the point where one attacker was grossed out and the screaming stopped, and I guess they got him in the car and drove off.
A few minutes later I heard someone yelling, in a scolding tone "this motherfucker's dead, you motherfucker."
I called the police again to report more of what I had heard; during the first call I was like "IT'S GOING ON RIGHT. NOW. HELP. NOW." so I wanted to tell them the exact words I had heard. They didn't seem too interested.
A few more minutes went by. I look out the window. Nothing. Cute, trendy people walking home from the bars. Nothing.
One thing I definitely noticed: lots of blue light coming from all the windows on this street. I guess this is what New Yorkers do when this happens on their street, loud as all hell; they turn on the tv to try and forget. I don't blame them. My tv's on right now, too.
Anyhow, now it's 3am. I've stopped shaking, but I'm still shaken--big time. I will never walk home, even when there are tons of people around, after midnight again. After ten until the crime slows down here! I've noticed more and more cop cars lately. I think there's a problem in my neighborhood.
This is that part of New York City that everyone's afraid of and warns you about. Awful.
A man was being tortured, beaten at the very least and tortured; like screaming wildly tortured, by at least two or maybe three other men. My apartment windows aren't very well protected and one was open with a curtain over it and I was afraid to go look; if they saw me looking and wanted to come do something to me; they could do it pretty easily. These fire escapes all go right to our big windows.
I was awakened from a deep sleep to the screaming. It took me a minute to figure out that it was really serious. Then I was paralyzed, briefly, deciding whether I should call the police or if the attackers would hear me doing so through the open window. The fight continued and I knew I had to; the man was not getting away and things were getting worse.
He was screaming "Who does this?? Who does this in the fucking street??"
My street. My cute, safe little street.
He never screamed for help. I guess it's implied if you're screaming at all.
So, things wrapped up pretty quickly after I called the police. From what I could hear, they hurt him badly, laughed at him, screamed at him to get in a car, he screamed at them to let him get up on his own, he couldn't, they hurt him more and laughed, hurt him to the point where one attacker was grossed out and the screaming stopped, and I guess they got him in the car and drove off.
A few minutes later I heard someone yelling, in a scolding tone "this motherfucker's dead, you motherfucker."
I called the police again to report more of what I had heard; during the first call I was like "IT'S GOING ON RIGHT. NOW. HELP. NOW." so I wanted to tell them the exact words I had heard. They didn't seem too interested.
A few more minutes went by. I look out the window. Nothing. Cute, trendy people walking home from the bars. Nothing.
One thing I definitely noticed: lots of blue light coming from all the windows on this street. I guess this is what New Yorkers do when this happens on their street, loud as all hell; they turn on the tv to try and forget. I don't blame them. My tv's on right now, too.
Anyhow, now it's 3am. I've stopped shaking, but I'm still shaken--big time. I will never walk home, even when there are tons of people around, after midnight again. After ten until the crime slows down here! I've noticed more and more cop cars lately. I think there's a problem in my neighborhood.
This is that part of New York City that everyone's afraid of and warns you about. Awful.
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