Back in December a very disturbed, large type asshole in a small body decided it would be better and easier to take the fast way out, and put his toes to the trigger of his shotgun in front of his girlfriend and best friend in the unit upstairs from me. While its sad that he is gone, like I said, and not wanting to speak ill of the dead, he was a large type prick in a 5'5" body. Never did get that kid, in life or death. So after he did this, for the past couple of months after the workers and cops subsided and his roommates who he killed himself in front of moved out, I have been hearing a butt pile of noises. Normally I would write this off to the building settling, all of that. But these units were built in 1975, and there were never noises before this. About a month ago, at exactly 3:00am, which is round abouts when he blew him self into the next life, the dome on my kitchen light fell off, exploding all over the kitchen floor. Now, at 3:00am on most nights I hear what sounds like the scuttling of crabs across an open floor. Its loud enough that it wakes one of my dogs, he tends to bark a couple times and then crawl in with me under the covers. I'm not really bothered by it, but I do find it strange. Finally this morning I jumped up on the deck to see if anyone was there, maybe a bum or a squater. Nope, no one there, the door locked from the inside. Strange I tell you, strange.