I know that many of you have been following my serial killer neighbours’ tribulations.
I couldn’t blame you… They are quite mysterious, and let’s face it, during the pandemic, everyone’s entertainment standards were lowered greatly. I’m grateful for that last part, because I must say that I can’t do anything much more exciting from my apartment, than spying on strangers’ garbage.
I have been giving you reports almost weekly for months now (I know, I can barely believe it myself). I thought I had said everything I could possibly say about a pile of trash. And I was getting tired of posting blurry evening pictures. I was ready to throw the towel.
But it’s Wednesday, and Chéri was preparing to take the garbage out, when I remembered that his phone had a better camera than mine.
Can I borrow your phone to take a couple of shots? – I dared asking.
Next thing, I was on the downstairs balcony, taking several pictures of the seven (or so) pile of bags on the other side of the street. It felt like the same shots I had posted time and time again, with the exception of better quality images.
It is only once back up in the safety of our apartment that I noticed the following…
Can you see it?
Right there, next to the telephone pole, I thought I had seen something moving. But due to the darkness, I had figured it was just a mind glitch. The blurry figure didn’t make it past the pole, but I had caught this mysterious presence by sheer luck.
Did a ghost of my neighbours’ victims choose to show himself to me to keep me going? Maybe my investigation isn’t meant to be over just yet.
Here’s to hunting for the unexplainable and the unexpected!
I guess this series isn’t over just yet…