A tough call...
Two very steep hills converge to my street. There are only 2 houses in my block. The house next door is for sale and empty. At the edge of this double+ lot is a poled street lamp directly on the other side of the street. The light is dim, so the street is very dark at night.
I was awakened at a quarter to twelve last night to what sounded like banging. I got up to investigate and could barely see a man striking the pole. He'd stop for a few seconds, I imagine to catch his breath, and began again. This continued for about 30 minutes. Even though, I could barely see, I watched the best that I could.
He returned at a quarter after two in the morning and continued for roughly ten minutes. He walked down the middle of this street past this house and disappeared down the hill. He was less than average height and weight, with light blue jeans and a black hoodie. The weird thing is that I heard metal against metal, but the pole is wooden. I find it even more odd that he walked up the hill to do this.
I did not call the police.
This morning I went out and took photos of the pole. This was obviously someone in a midst of a mental health crisis. I don't regret calling the police. The pole sits on green space and had he ventured to my lawn, I would have called. As well, a darkened street, a man with some sort of sharp weapon, you can guess the rest...
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