An hour ago I woke up to go to the bathroom and smelled smoke. It seems that Party Girl or someone who attended last night’s party had thought it would be fun to burn the pictures off of her apartment door. (She hangs her kids’ art work on her apartment door, which looks more like a dorm door than anything.) There were little wisps of charred paper on the floor and half-burned pictures still hanging up there. Parts of the door itself are darker than the rest, though there doesn’t seem to have been any actual burning of the door. Oh, and there’s a little puddle of water on the door jam, so they must have had to put something out down there.<\/p>\n
So basically, I’m terrified and confused. In her drunken state she might think starting things on fire is hilarious, but I’m completely and utterly terrified that she’ll burn the building down. But at the same time, I don’t think there’s an actual fire going right now, so I don’t feel right calling the fire department, and everything’s absolutely quiet in her apartment and I don’t know if burning your kids’ art work constitutes a crime, so I’m hesitant to call the police. But I’m scared, and there’s no one to tell.<\/p>\n
What I really want to do is call my parents, but they’re asleep, and I’m not actually in danger now. Everyone’s asleep. Except me. And I’ve got a HUGE day tomorrow and now I’ll be exhausted. but I’m too upset to sleep now.<\/p>\n
When I moved here over a year ago it seemed so nice. There was only Party Girl to disturb the building, and I never heard a peep from anyone else. Now there’s Party Girl and <\/span>Mr. and Mrs. First Floor (who moved here this spring), and suddenly the building seems sinister. I still don’t hear a peep from any of the other 9 tenants, and haven’t even met most of them, but the whole building seems less safe now. I’ll talk to the main office tomorrow about getting smoke detectors in the hallways, but I’m seriously thinking of moving when my lease is up. I don’t know where I’d go, but this isn’t the living situation I thought it would be.<\/p>\n [Update:<\/span> I ended up calling the office and leaving a message. Then, this morning, I went and talked to the assistant manager there who said that she had actually called the police on Party Girl last night. When I got there, she was on the phone with the property manager relaying all the gory details.]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" An hour ago I woke up to go to the bathroom and smelled smoke. It seems that Party Girl or someone who attended last night’s party had thought it would be fun to burn the pictures off of her apartment door. (She hangs her kids’ art work on her apartment door, which looks more like … Continue reading At What Point do You Call for Help?<\/span>