Okay, so not exactly witnessed, but I'm fairly confident that something harsh went down.
Came home from school and, as it's such a nice day, opened the door to the backyard and slid the screen door in place.
Then I hear this loud squeaking-honking noise, like a chew toy. Before each squeak, there's the sound of something being hit.
After a few of these repetitions, I hear my neighbor (a vicious old woman) scream amidst the squeaking, "Die!"
Now, this isn't the nice neighbor. This is the mean old lady next door, whom no one on the street likes.
She's obsessed with her garden and we constantly hear her husband and her fighting.
Sometimes the husband wakes me up in the morning, hawking up phlegm (yes, he's that loud).
Another time, when I was little, I saw a beautiful flower in their yard so I decided to pick it for my mother. The flower was rooted very deep, and I was struggling to pull it when the neighbor lady came running at me, screaming and cussing at me. Needless to say, I ran away crying.
So. . .given this history, should I be concerned?
Came home from school and, as it's such a nice day, opened the door to the backyard and slid the screen door in place.
Then I hear this loud squeaking-honking noise, like a chew toy. Before each squeak, there's the sound of something being hit.
After a few of these repetitions, I hear my neighbor (a vicious old woman) scream amidst the squeaking, "Die!"
Now, this isn't the nice neighbor. This is the mean old lady next door, whom no one on the street likes.
She's obsessed with her garden and we constantly hear her husband and her fighting.
Sometimes the husband wakes me up in the morning, hawking up phlegm (yes, he's that loud).
Another time, when I was little, I saw a beautiful flower in their yard so I decided to pick it for my mother. The flower was rooted very deep, and I was struggling to pull it when the neighbor lady came running at me, screaming and cussing at me. Needless to say, I ran away crying.
So. . .given this history, should I be concerned?