Bob and Jill have lived next door to me for three years. During that time I can’t think of a single night that has gone by, that they were not fighting. It always seems to boil down to Bob wanting to go fishing at night and Jill wanting him to stay home.
This has happened every single night.
I’ve thought about calling the cops a few times, as things seem to be getting more and more heated as time goes on. In the end, I’ve decided that I should keep to myself. Surely they would mend things after some time.
That was until tonight when I awoke at three in the morning to what sounded like a woman blood curdling scream for help.
“Oh Lord help me.”
I heard it again. This time I was was certain that it was Jill. I sat up in my bed holding my breath waiting for the next sound. Nothing came. I wanted to go next door and check if everything was alright, but I was too scared to move from my bed.
Once I worked up enough courage, I w