Last night as I was going to bed, at approximately 1:09am, I heard three very loud bangs in a row. Kinda like a gun being fired. It kind of freaked me out, but surely this is some logical explanation for it, right?
After living in Waco for four years, I felt much safer when I moved to Knoxville. I'm not sure why, but it just seemed less dangerous here. Although now I'm not sure. These past few months there have been quite a few muggings, assaults, and carjackings around UT's campus. It seems like they're sending out a campus wide safety notice to all faculty, staff, and students on almost a weekly basis. I never got one before this semester. Kinda scary. Which is why yesterday night when Jeremy and I went up to campus to play pool and saw an old lady with a little girl walking around campus, obviously lost, we gave them a ride to their car in a parking garage on the other side of campus. They weren't from Knoxville so they didn't know about the muggings and all that, I figured it was best not to tell them and freak them out.
Speaking of crime in Knoxville, almost a year ago there was a double murder of a young couple here. They were about my age and were carjacked, raped, tortured, and killed. The first of the four suspects is about to begin his trial. I'm against the death penalty, but it is really hard in this case to not want that kind of justice (or injustice), even though I didn't know either of the victims. I guess it hits too close to home because they were my age, and they were just randomly picked as targets. Just reading the account of what happened is enough to make your stomach church. Talk about being in the wrong place at the wrong time. There was an article in the paper yesterday about the case.
Ever since this happened I have been someone more frightened to drive around shadier places at night, especially by myself. It used to be no big deal, but really, there was a logical explanation for the noises last night, right?