STOMP, STOMP, STOMP, STOMP...
(pause)
STOMP, STOMP, STOMP, STOMP...
I have the loudest walkers upstairs from me.
Sometimes, late at night, when no one is looking... I follow their path in my apartment to try and figure out what all this walking is about. Bedroom, living room, bed room, living room. What's that all about???
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"late at night, when no one is looking"....how do you really know no one is looking??
You are on the ground floor...for all you know someone could be watching you right now!
Unplug your network connection, check the blinds, dim the lights, break out your moody black outfit and put it on!!
Big Brother is ALWAYS looking.
They may be watching, but at least they can't read my mind.
Aahhh... tin foil beanie, you have served me well.
Come stay at my house. You can actually hear a little girl playing on the stairs outside my bedroom. The problem is, there isn't one, one that is alive anyway.
That is truly freaky. I never thought of that. What if there was no one really upstairs during that time? Seriously, who would be walking around at two in the morning anyway?
Yeah, thanks for freaking me out even more now.
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