Confession: I’m Convinced My Neighbors Live on a Roller Rink 🛼

At first, I thought nothing of it.

Then I noticed the movement.

People weren’t walking through their house — they were skating. Room to room. Full speed. No hesitation. No traction.

At that point, my brain made a decision and never looked back.

They had every light on in the house, which basically turned their place into a live-action set. If you don’t want to be observed, you can’t turn your home into a glowing fishbowl. Those are the rules.

I swear their floors are made of roller skate rink material. These people were zooming from room to room like they were late for something very important that did not involve me.

And twice — twice — it looked like someone took a fall in the dining room.

I saw rapid movement… and then suddenly… nothing.
Just gone.

Did they fall?
Did they slide into another dimension?
Was the dining room claimed as a casualty of the rink?

We may never know.

What really got me was the commitment. No phones. No pauses. Just frantic, purpose-filled motion like the house itself was issuing instructions. I half expected a whistle to blow or a coach to start yelling from the hallway.

Meanwhile, I’m sitting perfectly still, watching the chaos unfold, fully aware that if roles were reversed, I’d be the one tripping over air and disappearing behind a chair.

Do I feel a little ridiculous for creating an entire narrative about my neighbors’ flooring?
Maybe.

Will I stop?
Absolutely not.

If your house turns into a high-speed obstacle course with the curtains wide open, I’m going to assume you’re performing for the neighborhood. And frankly, I appreciate the entertainment.

Five stars.
Would watch again. 🍿