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    The narrator recalls when she was 8 years old and her family's odd neighbor who rarely spoke to others except her father. One day, the neighbor asked the narrator's father to clean his carpet, which the father finished early. When bringing the carpet back, the father knocked but got no answer though the neighbor's car was there. The next day, the father learned that during his knocking, the neighbor had killed his wife by slitting her throat with a large knife as he had mental health issues and wasn't taking his medication regularly. The narrator is glad her father did not enter the house.

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    The narrator recalls when she was 8 years old and her family's odd neighbor who rarely spoke to others except her father. One day, the neighbor asked the narrator's father to clean his carpet, which the father finished early. When bringing the carpet back, the father knocked but got no answer though the neighbor's car was there. The next day, the father learned that during his knocking, the neighbor had killed his wife by slitting her throat with a large knife as he had mental health issues and wasn't taking his medication regularly. The narrator is glad her father did not enter the house.

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    Crazy Neighbor

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    The narrator recalls when she was 8 years old and her family's odd neighbor who rarely spoke to others except her father. One day, the neighbor asked the narrator's father to clean his carpet, which the father finished early. When bringing the carpet back, the father knocked but got no answer though the neighbor's car was there. The next day, the father learned that during his knocking, the neighbor had killed his wife by slitting her throat with a large knife as he had mental health issues and wasn't taking his medication regularly. The narrator is glad her father did not enter the house.

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    Main character (Narrator) : Girl

    Morena Grgic

    When I was little, maybe 8 years old, we had a neighbour who was really odd and didn't really
    communicate with other people that much. He would only speak a few words to one person, my dad. I
    still remember how he looked at the people who passed by his house with those bright blue eyes. He
    seemed normal for the most part. As I said,he had bright blue eyes, and he was also tall, with tanned
    skin and brown hair. I think he was in his early 40's. It was summer time and my dad used to wash
    people's carpetsas a side job. Then, one day, my neighbour asked my dad if he could wash his carpet
    and my dad agreed. Then the neighbour said, "When you are done, just drop it in front of my house,
    can you finish it in 3 days?" My dad replied, "Yeah, sure.No problem." My dad finished cleaning his
    carpet a day early, so he decided to just bring it over to him right away. After getting there, he knocked
    at the door a few times but didn't get an answer. He was surprised because he knew that the man
    didn't have a job at the moment and that only his wife worked. But she was supposed to be home
    hours ago which meant that both of them should have been there, plus the car was parked in the
    garage behind the house. So he knocked again...no answer. He didn't want to disturb anyone else so
    he just left. The next morning, when he came home from the market with our groceries, he looked
    agitated and talked to my mom.She eventually told me that the guy had actually killed his wife while
    my dad was standing at the front door, knocking. He had slit her throat with some kind of weapon,
    which was probably a huge knife or something bigger, I don't know, because the guy actually had
    mental problems and didn't take his medicine as often as he was supposed to. He was okay when he
    was taking his medication but, unfortunately, his wife died that day. I really don't know what was
    happening in his head during these unfortunate moments. Today I still wonder what might have
    happened if my dad had entered the house, I'm just glad he didn't.

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