Enough Is Enough
Continuing from The Bonnet Stalker Part 2 The Shadow Dancing Situation
Keisha: “Right, well I’m calling the police. This is harassment!”
To be continued……..
Ralph: “And tell them what? My neighbor is aggressively dancing in her bedroom window in her own house? After they laugh at you they going to come and arrest you for calling them making that complaint.”
Keisha: “So what do we do?”
Ralph: “I don’t know! Do what we been doing. Ignore her like we always do?”
That evening, Ralph was sitting in his truck one more time before going inside for the evening. He was on the phone with his boy Darius, telling him about the crazy situation.
Ralph: “Bro, she was dressed like she was going to the club. At 9 AM. In a hair BONNET.”
Darius was dying laughing.
Darius: “So you didn’t like what you saw?
Ralph: “Hell No! Man, you gotta come and record this. Nobody’s gonna believe—”
He stopped talking because through Dorothy’s window, the shadow show had started again. But this time, it was more aggressive. The mushroom shadow moves look like they from an old YouTube tutorials labeled “The Safest and Easiest Way’s To Twerk Over 50.”
Ralph: “Darius, it’s happening right now,”
Ralph gives Darius a play by play analysis.
Ralph: “The dancing?”
“The dancing.”
“With the bonnet?”
“WITH THE BONNET!”
The shadow did a split. An actual split. The bonnet went into a cone shape but didn’t come off her head.
Darius: “Is she… is she looking at you while she does it?”
Ralph looked closer. The blinds shifted slightly. He could see eyes looking back at him.
She was definitely looking at him.
Ralph: “Ahh I gotta go. (hung up phone).
He started his truck and peeled out of there so fast he left skid marks.
Behind him, looking in his rear view mirror Dorothy’s blinds opened up all the way, and her porch light flickered on and off three times.
That’s must have been her morse code for “come back.”
Ralph didn’t come back.
He went to his mother’s house and stayed there for two hours, just to be safe.
When he finally came home, Keisha was waiting.
Keisha: “We need to talk about your stalker.”
Ralph: “She’s not my stalker, she’s YOUR neighbor!”
Keisha: “She became my problem when she started twerking in windows! What if our kids and the neighborhood kids see?!”
Ralph: “The kids think she’s exercising!”
Keisha: “In HEELS, half naked Ralph?!”
They both looked over at Dorothy’s house. The lights were off now, but they could see the bright glow of her TV through the window.
She’s probably in there watching YouTube dance tutorials.
Planning tomorrow’s performance.
In that bonnet.
Always that damn bonnet.
TO BE CONTINUED…