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I now seem to have a schizophrenic neighbor downstairs who likes to scream at the people in her head late at night. While it is mildly exciting, I'm not sure I'm okay with this development.
At about 1:00am last night I woke up, full of adrenaline, because I heard someone shouting and swearing at the top of their lungs. At first I thought it was a really bad domestic dispute, and still did when I went to sleep an hour or so later. When I think about it, her voice was the only one I ever heard.
My apartment building has relatively thin walls, so it was like she was shouting and swearing right next to me, though it's really hard to determine the direction. I heard someone banging on a door and screaming some more, begging for someone to "come back". She was opening the window and screaming, and begging "Megan" and "Dave" and "Lori" to return, as if they had recently defenestrated themselves. At some point there was a, "God help me, god help ME", which was a bit unnerving.
Very surreal.
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