Dare I?

My down the hall neighbor has an odd habit: leaving random things out in the hallway. There have been empty boxes, potted plants, furniture, toys and other random assortments. My building manager agrees that this is a habit to be frowned upon and has informed them so. They continue undeterred.

This week features two large, ambiguously shaped, black garbage bags. The real intrigue is not why the bags are in a common hallway, but the tremendous mystery their contents. What lies in these plastic containers? Could it be mere kitchen trash? Wads of hard cash? A body? The curiosity may kill put me into the proverbial body bag soon. Thus far, I've resisted peaking inside the blackness, but a man is full of only so much willpower. How much longer will they sit, taunting me as I fumble for my keys, crying their inscrutable call? They have been there 4 days.

I'll let you know how I fair and what takes their place.