My neighbor complained about me for three months, saying that I tap danced at home every night. The property management and the police came to mediate and installed a decibel tester in the living room. At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, the instrument pointer jumped wildly, indicating a noise as high as one hundred decibels. The policeman suddenly opened my quilt and pushed me down on the bed, "Don't move." Bleary-eyed and confused, I pointed to my legs. The police were stunned and the neighbors collapsed on the ground in fear. Because my trouser legs are empty, I am a disabled person with high amputation of both legs. But in the dead air, there was a clear sound of rapid footsteps on the ceiling.
