Friday, December 3
The apartment building was busy with the sounds of people getting ready for the day - a blowdryer running on the third floor, a microwave whirring on the second, parents rushing their children out the door, a suit shouting on his cell phone as he left the elevator.
The fourth floor was no different - same mundane, everyday noises just like the six other floors. Until the bloodcurdling scream rang out.
It was followed half a minute later by cries of, "Oh, god! Oh, god!" as Jillian Goldberg flung open the door of Apartment 4B.
"Help!" she yelled out, her voice breaking. "Someone call the police!"