19/01/2022
🦶🩸 A random bloody footprint appears:
"We once had a housemate who loved to clean late at night. (🚩) Coincidentally, she also loved a bottle of wine late at night. To add fuel to the fire, she had a fuse shorter than the gap between lockdowns #5 and #6. 💣
One morning, after some rigorous late night cleaning (and drinking) by said housemate, we awoke to a bloody footprint on the kitchen floor... 🧐 Knowing Lucy [changed for anon] was the last one up, and being the caring housemates we were, we immediately send a text to the group:
Us: "Lucy, are you okay? We saw some blood on the kitchen floor."
Lucy: "Wtf, that's not mine."
Us: [Looking at the broken wine glass in the trash] "Are you sure? It looks like your foot might have been cut while you were up last night."
Lucy: "I don't have any cuts on my foot but I'm driving now so will send you a photo when I get to work as proof."
Us: 👀
Also us: "We're not accusing you Lucy, we're asking if you're okay."
Lucy: "Just leave me alone. How do you know a burglar didn't come into our house last night?"
Us: [Looking at the house and all our belongings, present and intact] "Uhm..."
Lucy: "F*** you guys I can do what I want when I want, it's my house too." 🤬..
This was the beginning of a series of very, very bizarre text conversations with flatmate Lucy which traumatised us (and her, I'm sure) for months before she moved out.
To this day, the mystery of the bloody footprint still remains... 🤷♂️
