[ WP ] Death usually separates people . But in this case , Death got them together .

This story kinda turned out a lot more strange-sounding than I wish it did, but what ever. 
 
 
 I heard them often, playing music late into the night. My bedroom shared a wall with their music studio/ office, but I don ’ t think they realized. I had never seen my neighbors, only heard of their comings and goings, and their music every night. Whoever they were played guitar, Green Day, Red Hot Chili Peppers, lots of early 2000s riffs when they weren ’ t playing blues scales. 
 
 The sound of mellow blues scales would color my morning, as they typically started playing about the time I had to wake up for class. I became so familiar with their playing style I would recognize certain guitar riffs they played often. Sometimes I would play music as well, and wonder if they heard me like I heard them. I would notice when a few days had gone by without any music. 
 
 Months went by and I still never saw them. Every other neighbor I had run into on the way in or out, and exchanged greetings, but not this neighbor. The only sign of existence from this neighbor was the music. 
 
 They were playing hard rock one night as I sat out on the balcony smoking a cigarette. I watched a dog wander in the road aimlessly. Up the street, down the street, after a squirrel, distracted by something else; the dog would roam around, occasionally greeting other dogs and their owners. I had never seen this dog before, I stayed outside long after I was finished smoking just to keep an eye on him. It was never wise to approach stray dogs. 
 
 Cars drove by, missing the dog by a few ft. A young couple tried to coax it into their car to no avail. The dog continued to putz up and down the road aimlessly. The sun was starting to set and the birds had quieted down. I lit another cigarette and continued to watch in amusement at the dog ’ s antics. 
 
 In a split second, a Toyota Camry came barreling down the road, crushing the dog in its path before continuing its rampage. I sat there for a minute, shocked at what had just happened. Finally I ran down the stairs to assess the damage. 
 
 The dog laid there, smashed and torn, intestines hanging out and blood everywhere. I stared at it, recalling the past few hours of life that I had been watching without its awareness. 
 
 A figure walked up beside me, a slender man with a confused look on his face. 
 
 “ Is this your dog….? ” He stuttered. 
 
 “ No… It ’ s a stray. I happen to be out on my balcony when I saw it get hit ” I explained. 
 
 “ Oh. What apartment are you in? ” 
 
 “ 1406. You? ” 
 
 “ 1407 ” 

