Rocky Mountain Horror Picture Show

Last night someone rang our door buzzer. After more than 3 years at this downtown apartment, we've learned some lessons. Never assume it is someone who has forgotten their key, or have a good reason for buzzing. To include examples would be time consuming. I got out of bed, pushed the "talk" button. This can be an easy way to figure out what's going on down below, because you can hear. No noise. It wasn't until the female cop walked down the stairs that I realized it may have been best to at least ask who was down there. What followed was confusing and somewhat uneventful from the view of our top floor window. Two girls, scared. Some talk of blood. Hyper vigilant Christina concluded there was a wounded animal (which, to note, was a little less dramatic than her suggestion that someone committed suicide the other night when she heard a loud bang in the middle of the night). Wounded animal. Back to bed. It wasn't until I went downstairs to do laundry early this morning that I realized much more had transpired......WARNING!!! IF YOU HAVE A WEAK DISPOSITION OR ARE MY MOTHER, DO NOT LOOK AT THE FOLLOWING PHOTOS.









A call to the CSPD surmised there was a break in of the basement apartment (which is currently being refinished); the suspect cut herself on glass but was obtained and presumably charged with burglary. In a conversation with the neighbors, they shared their theory it was a drunken female who broke in and that there are bloody shoes in a car in the parking lot and paperwork indicating the recent release from Cedar Springs. Neighbor lady thinks it was intentional and the drunken woman was looking for someone in particular. ... dun dun dun......