It all started one night while I was sitting in bed reading quietly. The room was dead silent and it was around midnight on a Saturday night when I heard what I thought was a moan. I figured my dirty little mind was just playing tricks on me and it was probably just the baby next door waking up in the middle of the night. The apartment next to mine is an indian couple, probably in their late 30s, early 40s, with a 2 year old that I often hear crying. I kept on with my reading.
But a minute or two later I heard it again. I still couldn’t make out what it was but now I was sure I definitely was hearing something. Either a woman’s voice or a child. Either way I was getting curious and my mind was slowly descending into the gutter. I was certainly distracted from my reading to say the least. Now I was waiting for it. And it came. The unmistakable sound of a headboard banging against the wall, and the whimpering of a woman’s voice mixed in.