In late June of 2020, Oscar found something in their apartment in Montreal, Canada.

Something so unexpected that it almost induced a panic attack.

Oscar, by the way, is a pseudonym to protect their identity.

We'll explain why later.

A few weeks before their discovery, they were chilling at home in their apartment.

It was June 1st, 2020.

Yeah, so I was listening to music.

I was smoking out the window, the usual.

It suddenly started through the wall and it was bad, like it was very bad.

Oscar was doing what a lot of people in their apartment buildings with thin walls do.

They were listening to their neighbors.

In tonight's fight between their neighbor who we'll call Maria and her boyfriend was

especially nasty.

I heard what sounded like a bookshelf or a table or something, getting knocked over, furniture

banged in the wall.

She just screamed, how dare you do this to open in her own fucking home.

And then by this point, I was over by the door looking out through the people, just like,

ah, what do I do?

And as they were looking through the people.

The door came open in the hallway.

The boyfriend came like half falling, half running out, clutching at his neck, ran up the

stairs and Maria comes out, limping, like clearly injured in her right leg, holding a bloody

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