So this is hands down the scariest/most fucked up thing I've ever had to go through. It was days long too. Absolutely awful. It'll be a long read, but there's a lot that happened.
So I moved into my apartment on the first floor. Ever since I had moved in I always heard people moving stuff upstairs in the apartment above me really late at night, like they were rearranging everything. I lived in an apartment complex in Allston MA, where it's all young college kids, so I figured they were just bored and decided to move their shit a lot. It would always start around 10pm and I would usually fall asleep at around 12 and they would still be doing it. This went on for months.
Now fast forward a few months, and around 7pm both my roommate and I were home and we heard them moving stuff again. We thought it was kind of strange since it was so early, so we got quiet and tried to listen. A few minutes later we hear voices screaming. It was two females, both speaking some asian language. They were definitely fighting, and this was the first time we ever heard someone talking up there. Then there was a huge crash like someone knocked over a bookcase or something, and a wicked loud scream. Then we hear one girl run across the apartment, open the door, and sprint down the stairs going outside. We watched her run out of the front door and it looked as though she was running from a person with a gun. I've never seen anyone so scared. She just took off down the street. Then we hear the second woman run across the apartment and run out the door chasing after her. We were like, well that was fucked up. But kind of ignored it.
The next night we didn't hear them moving anything and I went to bed around 10pm. Two hours later I get woken up by people stomping in the apartment above me. It sounded like a dozen or so people were marching and stomping. Then I started hearing all these male voices, chanting. They were marching and chanting in some arabic language. I woke my roommate up and we just sat there listening. It was so fucked because mind you, until the night before when the girls were screaming in some asian language, we had never heard a voice come from this apartment. So we decide to look up online if there is any sort of holiday going on to see if this was just some sort of ritual or something, ya know. But there wasn't, so we were like what the fuck do we do? We decided to go up the stairs and try and see what apartment number it was incase we had to call the cops, but when we got near their apartment the floor creaked wicked loud (I swear out of a fucking movie), they stopped chanting, and I was like GO GO GO! So we ran down back to our apartment and sat in my room and listened. We heard some talking going on in the language still, but then they stopped. So we were like, "well, I guess they're done?" And then they started coming down the stairs and leaving the building. And we were right, it was about a dozen middle eastern guys. Weird.
So this is where it starts getting fucked. Next night around the same time the chanting wakes up me again. Of course, I go wake up my roommate and we sit in my room listening. More chanting, stomping, etc. And that goes on for a while. Then we start hearing this woman screaming. The absolute worst blood-curdling screams I've ever heard in my life. No scream in movies even compares to it. It was like she was being tortured, and the chanting continued on. My roommate and I were like alright this is fucked, we gotta call the cops. As we're about to call the cops we hear the ONLY thing we've heard in english the entire time. The men started all screaming "YOURE A SINNER YOURE A SINNER YOURE A SINNER" over and over again, while this woman's screams get louder and louder. Of course we now call the cops and I tell them I don't want them to know that we were the ones that called because I don't know what the fuck these guys are doing to her up there. Once the cops get there (about 45 minutes later) they go upstairs and we hear them talking to the guys. We could tell that they just opened the door and didn't actually go in the apartment, and they spent literally 30 seconds up there. Then they come down, knock on our door, and tell us that there's a woman up there really sick and that we "probably heard her just moaning because of being sick" and i was like "no fuck that she was being fucking tortured, you HAVE to do something!" and the cops were like, "well we can't really do anything.. they won't let us in" and just left. They didn't do fucking anything! They even laughed at me at one point because of how scared I was. After that, the chanting and everything stopped, and same as the night before, they just all left. The same guys as the night before.
Following night, we didn't hear any men. All we heard (starting around the same time) was the woman screaming. It was even worse than the night before. And it sounded like she was being chased and being thrown to the ground. Then it sounded like she was violently convulsing on the floor, all the while screaming bloody murder. It was the most awful thing I had ever heard in my life. You know when you hear of people getting sick at gory movies? That's never happened to me before, but I felt like I was going to throw up from the sounds I was hearing. I even feel sick to my stomach typing this out. I could not take it anymore, and neither could my roommate, and we knew the cops wouldn't do anything, so we left the apartment that night and stayed with a friend. As we were scrambling to pack our shit to go, the woman screamed and it was so wrenching that I even dropped my lens that I was holding and broke it. I broke my 24-105, it wouldn't go back on the camera. It was so so bad. Once we got to my friends I was in hysterics at my friends house unable to sleep, and my roommate was in the bathroom waiting to throw up still.
During school that day we told our class what happened. This woman who is in our class told us that she works for this organization that helps asian women get out of abusive relationships, and she told us that this sounds exactly what it is. The only weird part was the middle eastern guys and their chanting. She told us that a lot of asian women are severely abused here in America, but you only ever hear the woman scream and never men because the men know that it's not okay here in America, so they keep quiet. And usually the women will get really really sick, and the men won't let them go to a hospital, but rather let them die a slow death or kill them. So during lunch I called the organization and they got a case started, and said to keep calling them if anything else happens.
The next night we decide we're going to the apartment, and if the woman is still screaming we're calling the cops, the super, anyone who would go up there and figure out what was going on. So late at night, we hear some screaming again, but it wasn't as loud as the nights before. It only went on for a little bit and then we heard (what I'm convinced) were gunshots. It was like 3 or 4 shots and then no more screaming. No more anything. Looking back, I should have called the cops, but I was just so shocked and scared that I just laid there pretty much all night. I figured she had to be dead, and from what I was hearing for the past couple days, I think it was for the better.
After that we never heard any screaming, and not even any moving around of furniture. It was just silent up there. I talked to the woman who was part of the organization and she said that he probably did kill her, and that he left since he knew that other people knew that things were happening in the apartment. Definitely the most fucked up thing I've ever had to go through. It's such a horrible position to be both scared for your own life (we were terrified of the people up there), scared for someone else's, but feeling so helpless. I don't really know how to describe it.
