It happened in a house where I once lived.
One store below my flat, a man at the end of his 30s had moved in. I didn't like him. He was the kind of person who must always talk without saying anything substantial. Always making compliments when he saw me, trying to flirt in the staircase or in the back yard on Sunday mornings, when I dropped my trash in the bin (me: hair messy, loose t-shirt, no bra
). He never touched me or put pressure on me, though. Offered to help me with big parcels, baggage, whatever ... but I didn't like him and always rejected his offers. He was obviously lonely in the big town and soon lost his job. Being unemployed, he became even more bored and ever-present in the house and you know - like a watchdog - was very interested what the neighbours were doing (I worked as a freelancer at home, often in the night because of my clients' different time zones and he saw my bulb lit).
He started to drink and you could see how his health detoriorated quickly. His dark hair faded rapidly to grey and within 2 or 3 years he was a shadow of his former self! Once he was so drunk that he tried to open the door of my appartment because he thought it was his own. I was appalled. I felt so much contempt for him while I should have felt pity.
But I couldn't help it - couldn't stand him.
After a while he was seen hanging out in parks with other alcoholics, drug addicts, homeless, and criminals. One day, one of them killed him. For no obvious reason. It was seemingly an outburst of pure hatred. No knife, just mere fists and the perpetrator seemed to have trampled on him or pulled him forcefully some meters because the police said that parts of his body were everywhere in his appartment. Nobody in the house had heard anything. Nobody.
And the worst was that I thought: Thank god, it's over. I don't have to see him ever again.
He seemed to have been a person who evoked anger in others while he didn't really do any harm. In the opposite. He was kind, always offered help (which I didn't want). I am still shocked that I couldn't feel pity right after his death. At least today I can. I am grateful for this.