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Or it may just be your neighbors fingered the wrong apartment--something I learned about apartment and townhouse living is that accoustics can do weird things. I had a neighbor report me for having a barking dog in my townhouse, when at the time I didn't have a dog at all. However, I could sometimes hear a dog barking that sounded like it was in my downstairs area.
This is something that happened to me in the year 2000. Every once in awhile it echoes in my memory, and I'll never really know what happened or why.
I had my first apartment, fortunate to get a top-floor apt with a great view of open space & the Rocky Mountains in an affluent, crime-free area. I may have looked young to older people but I was about 25, and already completed an honorable Army enlistment.
When I first moved in, I met my downstairs neighbors, a retired couple. They looked at me suspiciously every time we met in passing. But I was a nice responsible girl, had a good solid job, kept to myself, a well-behaved quiet girl. In fact I kept to myself so much that all I ever did was go to work & come home.
One Saturday I was trying to get up the courage to go on a rafting trip with some other young single people from my church. But I kept having anxiety attacks just at the thought of meeting new people in a new situation, I shamefully never got up the courage to leave my apartment that day.
About an hour after my last anxiety attack there was a loud knock on the door. It freaked me out, I wasn't expecting anyone, so I didn't answer. A few minutes later they pounded again, and this time an authoritative male voice called through the door that it was the police(!) Well this additionally freaked me out.
I didn't answer the door. Heart beating wildly, still freaked out, and needing to take a shower to be presentable to anyone that day anyway, I got in the shower.
While I was in the shower, they started banging on the door again. So I got out of the shower, dried off real quick, put on a robe, and answered the damn door.
There were THREE police officers. One did the speaking. Something to the effect of, "Oh sorry Ma'am, didn't realize you were in the shower....Is there any trouble here today?" I assured them all was calm & quiet, no trouble, everything is fine. I asked them what was wrong. They said some noise/trouble was reported coming from my apartment(!?)
He asked if they could have a look around inside the apartment. I said sure go ahead, and let them in. (Older & wiser now I realize they had no legal right to enter & search without probable cause or warrant) but I had nothing to hide, hell I was young and had hardly anything at all but a hand-me-down sofa & an inflatable mattress.
They looked around through every room, saw absolutely nothing, and bid me good day.
And that was that.
Every once in a long while I remember that pathetic & weird day, and all I can figure is that my downstairs neighbors who were trying to enjoy their retirement, resented me because they assumed a young, single girl living alone = trouble. They're free to assume anything they want, but why would they call the police on me on such a quiet day of nothingness?
The only thing I may have ever done wrong as their upstairs neighbor was doing cartwheels & jumping around one day when I was a wee bit energetic, but it wasn't THAT day. And it only happened once, perhaps several weeks before that police thing happened.
It's all speculation anyway, I have no indication who sent the police that day, or why.
It would've made a good episode of the Twilight Zone, as if my inner demons (social anxiety) came to a head with the cops beating on my door. Maybe my anxiety attacks were so severe that they caused a metaphysical rumbling in my apartment. Maybe the police were sent to pull me out of my social anxiety shell! Haha
Seems like you have a bunch of issues and somebody reacted on it. The neighbors either were bothered or worried. Either way, after 16 years I would let it rest.
Wait I'm stuck at this happened in 2000??? What can possibly be done now??? Why does it even cross your mind at this point??? Why didn't you do something at the time like confront neighbor or call local police and see if they could tell you more details on the original complaint??? Am I the only one that finds the time span here odd???
It's just a memory that pops into my head every once in a very long while, and this time I felt like writing it down. I'm an introvert and it never occurred to me to report this to anyone or figure anything out. No harm was done to anyone, I guess, other than leaving me feeling a little perplexed.
Are you obsessed about other things that happened years ago?
It's just a rare walk down memory lane. Felt like jotting it down. Have a little too much time on my hands at the moment and looking forward to hitting the gym at 4pm.
Just to show you how irrational some people are, the downstairs neighbors at my niece's apartment called the police on them because there appeared to be people drinking & using drugs across & down the street from the apartment building.
The police came and even they couldn't understand why anyone would call them on two girls, minding their own business, in their own apartment, because of two guys drinking and possibly using drugs almost a full city block away.
OP, you come on here and post about something that happened 16 years ago. No one who has responded has ANY idea what happened, but have offered possible, plausible explanations and you argue with each of them.
I'm with the people who think your neighbors were worried about you for some reason and called the cops. When they came in and searched, they were probably making sure there wasn't an abusive boyfriend hiding in the closet, or that you weren't in any other type of danger.
I don't mean to be insensitive to your panic attacks, but there's no reason to pose this question and then become argumentative over the answers.
I didn't mean to come across as "argumentative," I merely jotted down some memories then people responded with their own interpretations of what may have happened, or things I must've been doing wrong, lol. One naturally explains/defends oneself in such situations.
I dunno what I was expecting when posting this old, old memory in a discussion forum. Probably assuming people would just say, "Yup, that was weird." Then move on
When I first moved in, I met my downstairs neighbors, a retired couple. They looked at me suspiciously every time we met in passing.
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One Saturday I was trying to get up the courage to go on a rafting trip with some other young single people from my church. But I kept having anxiety attacks just at the thought of meeting new people in a new situation, I shamefully never got up the courage to leave my apartment that day.
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Maybe you give off subtle hints that you're nervous around people, and they took it to mean you've got something to hide? Maybe your new neighbors tried to make small talk and you blew them off, without realizing it, and they thought that was suspicious?
No offense but you sound a bit odd. I mean, harmless, but odd, know what I mean? People can take that the wrong way, if they are naturally suspicious to being with.
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