disappearhere

So my building has a main door that you either need a key for or someone has to buzz you in from their apartment. Most times you'll be coming in or going out and if there are people out front or in the hall they will let you in. This is commonplace. People trusting that the stranger at the door must know someone inside or they wouldn't be at the door in the first place.

Well, the other night I was walking my dog and as I was leaving the building I noticed a cab pull up. Thought nothing of it and continued along with my dog. We went about three blocks south and four blocks east then circled back home. Must have only been about ten minutes.
I get back to my street and start towards the entry way to my building when I notice the cab still parked in the street and the same woman talking to the driver through his window.
I get about ten feet from the door and she asks me if I live there. I really had no choice but to say yes since I was walking up to the fucking door with my keys out. So I'm all like "Yeah, why?" and she goes, "Oh great, I used to live here too. My boyfriend still does."
So, being used to letting people in and being let in myself all the time, even though I didn't recognize her I let her in.
So she's following me up the stairs and saying thanks alot and asking me stupid questions about my great looking dog who is growling at her and obviously wants to eat part of her leg. And she says, "hey sorry for the other night I was a little drunk and kinda crazy."...

I was already annoyed by her in the first place but know I'm thinking "what the fuck is this bitch talking about?"

So she turns out off the stairs on the second floor and I continue to the third where I live. About a half hour or so goes by and I'm thinking about what she said. Then I suddenly remember!

My windows face over the courtyard entry way area so I can hear what goes on out front. About a week ago on a Friday night around 3:00am I hear someone dialing to an apartment from the box out front to be let in. I hear the answering machine pick up and then I hear this chick blabbering and crying into the phone about how sorry she is and to please let her in because she has nowhere to go. She calls through like three more times and then I don't hear anything so I figure she's gone. A couple minutes later I hear all this crazy screaming and banging on the glass front door! The fucking bitch is nuts and I think about going downstairs just to laugh at her but she finally leaves after like five minutes.

So I realize this is the same chick I just let in the building. This crazy fucking chick who I'm sure was not being let in the building that night for a reason, and I just let her in. Great. I think about it for a minute and then realize that I didn't give a fuck. It's not like she'll be fucking with me or anything. So I go to bed.

I wake up the next morning and there's fucking cop cars and people runing around the whole fucking building. Turns out the psycho fucking bitch killed her ex-boyfriend on the second floor, then offed herself. Stabbed duder in the chest and then cut her wrists!
I'm thinking, "HOLY SHIT! I let her in last night!!!"

So yeah. I never said shit to the cops. None of my business...right?