Thursday, January 10, 2008

A Bone to Pick...

So, Karen and I have a little mystery on our hands...

The other night, Karen went to take some garbage to the shoot at the end of our hallway. Upon returning, she looked a little "weirded out." She informed me there was a pile of bones in front of our neighbor's door.

I immediately thought she meant someone was taking their trash down the hall when the bag ripped and they rudely decided not to clean it up. I picked up our other bag of trash and ventured into the hallway to dump that one as well, half expecting to see a bunch of nasty chicken or beef bones sitting in a pile of garbage in front of our poor neighbor's door.

What I actually saw was pretty creepy. It looked as if someone had taken old, dessicated bones and arranged them in an "S" pattern in front of their door. Admittedly I am not a zoologist, however working in enough restaurants leads me to believe these were not leftover chicken bones, unless they came from here. Seriously, these bones were pretty large and very old. See for yourself.

We decided to knock on our neighbors' door (a really nice couple), and let them know. They seemed a little put off by it as well, so we cleaned them up and tossed them into the old chute. Karen and I immediately began our online search for spells, hexes, and other possible meanings, but came up empty handed.

Later that night our water turned to blood, locusts filled our apartment, and Who's the Boss was on every station. I had to fight off a skeletal band of evil ninjas wielding electric guitars and katanas using my amazing martial arts skillz. We just attributed those events to The Sass's presence, though.

Ok, that last paragraph of stuff didn't happen. But the rest was true. So if you know anything about magic bone pile arrangements (or more than the mystical Gu-Gol did), let us know.

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At January 10, 2008 at 9:46 AM , Blogger robustyoungsoul said...

It was probably somebody angry about your Warcraft post.

At January 10, 2008 at 10:04 AM , Blogger Andy said...

They got the wrong Apt. Number then!!!

Nerf Locks.

At January 10, 2008 at 11:33 AM , Anonymous Karen said...

Um, it totally looked like Australopithecus bones.

At January 11, 2008 at 9:52 AM , Anonymous Karen said...

Ok, more weirdness at our little NL hideaway!

We got home from one of our fave little hangouts (N. 3rd in case you were wondering). Walking in the door, even in my slightly enebriated state, a wall of FISH STENCH bowled us over.

No, we do not live above a restaurant. In fact, I would say 9 times out of 10, our neighbors are quite the epicureans and I find my tummy growling as their preparations waft though the walls.

Not last night though.

It smelled like someone dredged the Delaware, put aforementioned dredge in our apartment and lit it on fire.

On top of this, alledgedly, some "prankster" has been posting odd "artwork" of our neighbors with their faces x-ed out.

Methinks foul things are a foot.

At February 18, 2008 at 8:26 AM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

First it was yeager's soul-stealing apartment complex, now your magical bone altar. Ya'll are creeping me out.


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