Every day around 3-4am sounds start up at the front of Hulk's, behind the juice bar. Tonight I decided to text a friend about it. He told me he'd help me out with it if it ever happened again but it happens every single night, like clockwork. Apparently his "help" was him suggesting perhaps it's not a mouse or a ghost from the previous hospital but instead someone secretly living in our club and that I should go introduce myself. Great. Snickers had gone on a fishing trip tonight so there I was home alone, trying to calm down three very angry pups, and yelling Korean obscenities to what may be an unwanted roommate.
I read a story similar to what he was talking about, a little while ago. Some person had been living in a secret room that was tucked away behind some kid's closet. Look up "person secretly living in house" and numerous screens upon screens of stories will pop up -- homeless woman secretly living in closet, man found secretly living in basement behind locked door, and the list goes on. You can't make that strangeness up, I tell you, crazy stuff happens. So to hear my friend suggest that perhaps I had a so-called "roommate" started to freak me out the more and more I thought about it. When he went to end the conversation with me, it was obvious I had let him get the best of me. He was leaving me with too many wondering thoughts about what those silly noises could be.
I had barricaded myself in the bedroom, pushing the cabinet on the other side of the door against it, positioning it so that the pups couldn't push on it and open it like they usually do every night. This night I was home alone and I wasn't interested what so ever in chasing three pups as they raced out of the bedroom towards whatever (or whomever) was making those strange noises.
But then the sounds changed. Additional sounds started up.
I tried to ignore it for as long as I could be it only go louder. I didn't know if it was actually coming from inside the club or from outside of it but it was loud and I couldn't ignore it. It sounded like some kind of dying animal. Put on my over sized wool sweater and approached the front club doors.
There at the top step of our club, stood a 6ft 3" man in a hoodie. Instantly, at the sight of him, I yelled out "I'm going to kick your a$$!!!" I had no idea who it was and whether or not they understood my English was irrelevant; I was ticked. Some fool thought it funny to make what I perceived to be dying bird sounds and it was after three in the morning.
"No kick... Amy... me, look!", he said as he pulled the hoodie from over his head.
It was Sharkie.
"You're really taking this being my bodyguard seriously", I joked.
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