I have this neighbor who lives in the apartment above me.

To protect the identity of this person, let's just call him "Harry".

Harry's weird.

Harry makes noises in the middle of the night, like "AAAAARGGH!"

Harry very well may be a monster.

I once told one of my nephews that monsters do not exist.

Well, Tony, monsters might actually exist.

Harry also talks to a pet that no one has ever seen.

"Baby" talk, actually.

"Wittle, ittle, skittle, mittle... hows my good boy doin' today?"

Or sometimes he yells/hisses at this invisible pet.

"GET OUT!" being the favorite one I heard.

I've given up on having a human friendship with Harry.

Now, it's more like a man/monster respectability thing.

I think he knows I can't be messed with. or THINKS I can't be messed with (luckily).

It's now to the point where he barely acknowledges me anymore.

Which is good.

But the other night I dreamt he was tapping on my window during a flight.

Which is weird, cuz a plane once crashed into the building next door!

And Harry lived in it, AND he survived the crash!

Swear!

I dont want to shoot Harry!

He's my neighbor, man!

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