One of Beverly's neighbors heard her screaming the night she was murdered. She didn't call the police.
The worst part: this was found out when this woman went to the pet store that Beverly's friend works at to find someone to take care of her fish while she was homeless (the apartment complex was burned down by the killer, for those in the dark on that). She was talking to the clerk (who happened to be Bev's friend) about how "that girl who was found dead in her apartment was yelling all night and I couldn't get any sleep and.." so on and so on and so on. She was complaining about Bev screaming.
The girl was screaming for her life, you cold-hearted hag! An innocent girl's existence was being cruelly snuffed out and you were more worried about being able to sleep? On a Saturday night, no less.. Have some respect for the dead!
God forbid that you ever find yourself in a similar situation. While I can't, on a clear conscience, wish that it would, I certainly don't know if I'd care if it did.
I am fast losing faith in humanity..
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