Last Sunday morning, Matt comes to me and says, "I don't know if you want to know this, but the cops are outside our house because someone got stabbed." Now, you may be thinking, 'Where in the world did these people move to?' Here's how the story unraveled: About 8:30 Sunday morning, Matt went outside to get the paper. When he steps outside, he notices that there is police line caution tape tied to our front stoop and is strung across the street and tied to our neighbor's tree. There are police cars outside, a few detectives, and cops putting down cones, talking to people, and so forth. Matt asks one of the cops in our driveway what was going on and finds out that someone was stabbed and is at the hospital. Unable to get a whole lot of information from the police officer, we were left wondering who in the world was stabbed and hoping that the stabber wasn't our next door neighbor. A few days later, while Matt was outside, our neighbor comes outside too. Matt talked to our neighbor, and it turns out that his nephew, who lived with our neighbor a long time ago, was visiting and was hanging out on the busy street outside our neighborhood. He and his buddies were out at 5 am, and someone drove by, and the boys yelled at the car. The people in the car went and got their buddies, came back to the street outside our neighborhood, and proceeded to beat up and stab our neighbor's nephew. After being stabbed 8 times (yes, 8) the nephew ran back to our neighbor's house, bleeding all over the street. Our neighbor promptly drove the nephew to the hospital. So, stabbing = cops. It's never a dull moment here.
2 comments:
AHHH! Holy cow, that is scary! Glad you guys are safe, we miss you!
Oh my word! I haven't checked your blog in a while. That's scary. Good thing you guys have that security camera across the street!
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