Creepy!

Something creepy just happened, maybe? This is one of those situations that could have just been drunk guys and could have been a murder party. It is midnight here, and I heard a shriek from the apartment across from mine. So I hurried into the hall calling out to ask if everyone was all right and if anyone needed help, as you do. When I didn't get an answer immediately, I knocked on the door, and two men opened it. They were holding beers and seemed drunk but genial. They reassured me that it was just one of them who'd yelled, and that everything (and -one) was fine. The one who'd answered the door shook my hand, but kept holding it after he'd shaken it, even when I tried to withdraw slightly. He asked my name and which apartment was mine, which I told them, and then he asked: "Do you live there all alone, or with your husband?"

That was about when I wigged out of there just as fast as less-than-polite haste could take me, because in what world does that not also sound a whole lot like "So, is there anyone else there who knows where you are and will notice immediately if you disappear?" I haven't heard any further screaming, so hopefully they're just partying more circumspectly and haven't, say, silenced their victim.

In summary, I might get axe-murdered by the new neighbors. I've already emailed Lily to let her know that if I disappear without warning, please feed the cats and let the police know whodunnit.

(I'm not seriously worried about murder happening, otherwise I'd be halfway to the police by now, but it made me uneasy enough that I wanted someone else in the building to know what happened and who was involved.)