a crunch (and scream) in the night
Kate and I were awoken around 2:30 last night to the sound of a large crunch and a woman’s scream (the kind that makes me think it’s programmed into our genetic code to instantly recognize sound like this). Crunch! Scream! (The time it took to read those two words is how fast it happened.)
Drowsily I walked out of the bedroom, grabbed my glasses and cell, and parted the living room curtains. A car was sideways in the road, directly in front of my Willy St. house — its right front corner smashed in and the bumper lying down the road. A few other people were already at the scene, and from the way they were acting, I thought one of them was in the crash and walked away okay. There wasn’t anyone in the car. And there weren’t any women out there. From whom did the scream come?
The car had apparently veered from the east-bound center lane of Willy St into the outer lane, where cars park during off-peak hours, hitting a minivan (the neighbor says it’s totaled), scraping along the side of the next car, and finally spinning sideways and rolling backward across the street into the rear quarter-panel of another car (no more than 30 feet in total).
Where was the driver? Witnesses saw him running away from the scene. The police, still haven’t found him (I’m assuming they can from the registration, unless it was a stolen car). And, as far as I know, no attribution for the scream.
All that’s left are bits of plastic and glass.
Did you ever figure out what exactly happened?
Comment by K8 — June 12, 2007 @ 11:57 pm
nope
Comment by Rick — June 18, 2007 @ 4:19 pm