The Creepertons: Volume II

The Creepertons continue to make their presence known. The days since the hole in the ceiling revealed their creepy ways to the rest of the apartment world have been interesting. There has been a considerable increase in not only loud banging but also the use of their...

Garbage disposal.

No, seriously. They've never used their garbage disposal more than they have over the past week. The use of the garbage disposal always follows loud banging. Every time. Every creepy time.

The Creepertons have also decided to tackle many more things together than they did before, like getting fast food. Bitch Creeperton left alone late last week to get herself some Wendy's. She returned with naught but a soda. So either she drove to the furthest fast food restaurant from our complex just for a soda (even though we live literally behind a grocery store) or she inhaled her food on the way home. Upon her return home, she walked upstairs, got Mr. Creeperton and they left again. This time, they returned with Burger King. This time, Mr. Creeperton drove. She was fully capable of driving to Wendy's and back, but made the effort to get out, go upstairs and knock on the door, and then walk back downstairs to get in the passenger seat. Who knows?

Today has been the best. Maintenance people spent the morning and most of the afternoon gutting their apartment. They removed and replaced the Creepertons' carpet, linoleum and kitchen cabinets. Boyfriend has seen all types of plywood and scraps thrown into the "yard" and rolls of other things being taken out. We think this explains the increased use of their garbage disposal as I'm sure maintenance told them they'd be back on Tuesday to remove everything and the Creepertons put their "cleaning" efforts into overtime. I wouldn't be surprised if the garbage disposal needs replacing as well because I can't imagine human bones are broken up so easily. I know who to ask if I'm curious though!

So in the span of a few weeks they froze their air conditioner (remember, because the temperature was reaching a sweltering 55 degrees) and allowed their sink to leak so badly that they had to replace carpet, the floor and the cabinets. During this time, they never thought it important enough to call the complex and describe these apparently "minor" issues. No one was aware of the deterioration upstairs until those issues caved in our ceiling at one in the morning.

Even if it's not bodies, it's AT LEAST meth. I'm glad Boyfriend and I finally got renter's insurance. I'm also glad I'm now certified in pet CPR (in addition to the adult CPR certification that expires this month). I will not be surprised if both of these newly-acquired assets are put to use in the coming months as one of two scenarios likely takes place: 1) The current bodies are joined by our own as retribution for exposing the very dark and secret cover they had enjoyed for a year and a half, or 2) The meth lab explodes. Each of these scenarios is equally likely.