Ok, I have to tell a story which rarely comes up because only the right people will understand why it's so weird and creepy.
It was the summer of 1988 and I was working in a summer stock theater in Clinton, Iowa.
Now, the theater was owned by the Parks and Rec department of the city. Since part of the compensation for a lot of small summer stock theaters is free housing, the City of Clinton put us up in government housing.
Think Cabrini Green Light.
When I was unpacking my stuff and hauling it up to the apartment I'd be living in with three other guys for the summer, a resident came running out the building door, slamming it hard. Then a woman stuck her head out a 2nd story window and screamed:
"Don't you be talking' to me about God! I be close to God!! Mother-frakker!!"
So I got all my stuff up to the apartment, met my roommates, and then went to a party being thrown by the Artisitic Director. The whole company was there, and we had a night of drunken revelry.
Waking up the next morning, in that sort of twilight phase before you're fully awake, I heard the following sound emenate from the plaza below my bedroom window:
"Nyah-nyah nyah nyah nyah-nyah."
I kid you not. And it wasn't done rapidly. No, it was exactly the way it was in "Miri": starting out slow and quiet, and getting louder and more rapid ...
I looked over at my roommate, who, as it turned out, was also awake. We just stared at each other as this chanting got louder and faster until finally it broke. There was absolute silence after that.
My roommate and I were thoroughly creeped out.
We didn't imagine it, either: we asked about it at work that morning, and some of the others had heard it, too.
It was a weird beginning to what turned into a very weird summer.