It appears my building is a crime scene. And I missed all the excitement.
This morning my daughter came here and we went merrily on our way to Sam's Club. An hour and a half later, when we returned, we found the door I normally use to enter the building tied off with crime scene tape. The door was propped open. There was a large smear of blood on the door. There were large drops of blood outside the door on the cement. The rug inside the doorway looked like someone had bled out on it.
Shortly after my daughter had hauled my groceries up the stairs of the second entrance to the building, one of my neighbors came knocking at my door. It seems that the grandson of another neighbor (he is in his mid-20's) had robbed the little bar that sits behind my building. He then ran here, trying to get in. I don't know if he cut himself breaking into the bar or if he did it trying to break the glass on the door to my building. But about the time the neighbor who was telling the story got home from taking her boyfriend to work this morning, the thief confronted her and threatened to kill her if she didn't let him in. She instead called the police. I would imagine that the thief is either at the hospital getting sewn back together or sitting in jail.
I guess you never know what is going on in the minds of people. I had talked to this guy several times before when he had been here to see his grandmother. He seemed a decent sort and I had never heard anything to the contrary. I feel bad for his Grandma. She is a widow who last year fought and won a battle with cancer that left her in a weakened condition. She is devastated by the actions of her grandson.
It is my opinion, wounds or not, the punk should be horse whipped just for the agony he has caused that poor old lady.