About 20 minutes after getting home, I get a frantic knock on my door. I, shirtless, run to toss a hoodie on and run to grab the door (the knocking fails to cease whilst I do this). I open the door, and an odd man is standing in the doorway, holding what looks like the handle to a hammer, but bigger (possibly to a mallet?). He starts waving his arms, and looking at me, trying to explain something. This man is a mute, the first I have ever encountered. I sit looking puzzled, he gives up and turns around. I say, “Well alright then…” and close the door.
I hear this man go through the door behind him and start knocking on a door in the adjacent hallway to mine. The speed of the knocking increases, also the weight behind each knock grows with every blow. The knocking stops. I assume that this man was merely warning residents that there was going to be a test of the fire alarm (I saw the alarm system being replaced as I came into the building). I go back to what I was doing.
A few moments later, I hear some yelling, quietly. Then, I hear a deep smash on the floor of the hallway, someone had fallen on the floor. I then hear more yelling. I make out something that sounds like “…dropped the knife…” and then another tumble to the floor. This is when I start to freak out. The yelling is directly outside my door now, and the phrase, “You are going to jail, you fucking retard” is being repeated nonstop.
I decide that its probably best if I call the police. I dial 911 (I tossed the idea that perhaps this was not a 911 worthy call, and contemplated calling the police station instead), then I explain to the operator that there was an extremely heated argument outside of my apartment door, and I heard something involving a knife. She asks the address and I give it to her; she then explains that they had already received a call from the building that ended in a hangup. She assured me that the police were on their way and took my information.
Now I am sitting and waiting to see if the police come to get a statement from me. I am waiting for this before I take my shirt off again. Bogus day.