I’ve written a little before about the comings and goings of my upstairs neighbors. Something weird has been going on lately, but I didn’t want to get all Rear Window over it. However, maybe being cooped up here during my recent illness made me identify with Jimmy Stewart’s character in the Hitchcock film. Sadly, I didn’t have a Grace Kelly coming to visit and tell me I’m crazy.
The basics: a guy and a girl about my age live above me. I run into them occasionally, but it’s not unusual for me to go weeks without seeing them. A couple of weeks ago, I realized I hadn’t seen the girl in a very long time. And then, once I started paying attention to it, I realized she left kind of late a couple of nights — like 10:30 or so — carrying clothes to her car, and not returning (at least not that I heard). So I figured she was moving out.
But then, a week or so later, I realized that not only had I not seen the guy in even longer, I hadn’t seen his car, either. I almost always saw it when I came home from work. But now it was gone. And then, last week, the kicker: I came home one night and there was a note taped to my door!
The note was from the girl, signed just by her. It said that she (not they) was having a party on a certain night, and if it got too loud, to call her cell phone. I responded by taping a note to her door, telling her that I’m sure it wouldn’t be a problem, and that I wouldn’t even be around that evening, and that I hope to run into her again soon.
I did notice, on the night of the party, the guy’s car was there, early, and left soon. So, I went from thinking he killed her, to thinking she killed him, to now just being pretty sure he’s moved out. But nothing’s confirmed. I’m not ruling out a Vertigo scenario.