A Strange Ritual

            “Ay hahahaha… Ay hahahaha… Ay hahahahaha” Larry heard through the walls of his shitty little studio apartment.  This happened every fucking Tuesday at around 5:20 pm.  He had hoped that it was a one-time thing the first time, but he kept hearing it every week.  Larry had no idea what went on over there, but it was annoying.  The chanting would continue for an hour or two, it always did.

            Larry had never seen his neighbors, couldn’t point them out of a crowd, and he figured now was a great time to introduce himself.  What could they possibly be doing?

            Larry donned his best bathrobe and exited his apartment.  One door over, and he knocked on it.  A trap door quickly opened below him, and he fell to his death.