Interesting things have happened lately.
I was in shock for atleast a 24 hour time period.

Wednesday night around 10:15 we heard a knock at our door. So Mike told whoeverit was to come in because we were doing one of his Criminal Justice Quizzes online.. But whoever it was just kept knocking. So he got up and answered the door. Much to his and my surprise, there stands a man saturated in blood. From head to toe. Covered. Mike jumped back about 2 feet, and my eyes grew as big as they could possibly get. Mike asked the guy if he wanted us to call 911. But he just kept repeating 'i crashed my bike, please don't call the cops.. please man, don't.. i'll go to jail.. im drunk" So we got the guy a wet towel, so he could put it on the gaping hole he had in his head. Mike followed the guy out to the pavement when the guy realized he was at the wrong apartment. He took him down to his nephews apartment and the cops showed up. When Mike was talking to the cop, and the guys nephew one of them asked the guy if he got beat up. And the guy, who entirely intoxicated, said "yeah I did. that guy punched me in the face" (pointing at Mike) and Mike was like "dude, you just showed up on my door step, I don't know who you are". I went outside after swallowing my stomach, and there was a massive blood trail. Blood all over my door, bottom of the door frame, side of the door frame, our door mat, steps. In the mean time we're trying to find out where this guy came from, and what happened.. And we notice that his BICYCLE was leaning against one of the garages out back, and the door as well as his bike was covered with blood as well. So then we followed the trail back the other way, and found the spot where he crashed. He either hit a parked truck on his bike, or just simply fell over. There was an extreme puddle of blood on the ground and then smears on the front of the truck.

I haven't ever witnessed ANYTHING like that in my life.
When I went to try to go to sleep that night, I had knots in my stomach so bad that I thought I was going to puke and everytime I'd close my eyes, I'd picture that guy. When I did fall asleep, I'd start sweating so bad that I'd wake up, or Mike would wake me up.
I had nightmares.

Now Im just paranoid of everything and anything that could possibly be in the dark.

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