It is a little after 4am. And I am in bed trying to make my heart slow down its racing pace.

Not 20 minutes ago I was awakened by a man's blood curdling scream "..... dead. .... dead. He's f**kin dead. What the hell just happened here, or How did this happen"

So hear I lie, thinking that at the end of my street someone is dead. And here is where my dilemna is. I don't know if her said "You're dead, or he's dead" Should I call the police over something I think I heard? I could be mistaken. But I might have been correct.

I watched from the window, in true Nancy Drew fashion, and watched one van followed soon after by a car quielty drive down the street. And made my best attempt at getting a description of the car and van driving off. Heaven forbid I ever witness a crime. I am so bad with details. But I did look for distinguishable marks on both.

The exchange was short, and no one else made a noise.
There have been no sirens screaming up the street.
So i will assume that all is well?

I went down to double check the deadbolt, and to see what time it was. 3:59 am. How very Drew of me. (Distracted once again by a car dring past, and what sounds like two bins banging into each other.)

But I've got to tell you. I feel like I witnessed a goverment conspiracy of an invasion of the body snatchers.The spead that the car and van left in, was very controlled. Not the tearing away from a crime scene that I would imagine. Not the speed that someone in an arguement would have. You could barely hear the acceleration.

So wide awake, I wait for the door bell to ring, and the door to door canvas to begin.

And try to settle my heart and my stomach.

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