I finally got to go see this apartment that my coworker has been going on and on about for … well, months. Apparently, it was in one of the most horrific states of being and needed a lot of labour and love to get into shape. It looks pretty darn good.
However.
I get to this place after walking three minutes from the nearest Metro station and upon entering the first set of doors, my journey began. The small entry has mailboxes and buzzers. It’s probably about the size of a small room and the only other exit is a locked door. I don’t know about you, but this pretty much was an awesome setup a la detective show / horror movie. Yeah, we’ve seen what happens in small rooms with two sets of doors. Dare we mention the Saw movies and what launched him into his mission to save people?…
Anyways, so after sending a text with my trusty cell, I managed to get past the second set of doors. Oh god, it’s one of THOSE entries. Ya know, with 4-5 doors, around a staircase, narrow area. The kind where someone gets murdered in apartment 3 and some child in apartment 1 was visiting his friend in apartment 4 and they both witnessed it on their little balcony out back. Yes, I realize I’m exaggerating, but that’s just the vibe I got.
So I head up the stairs and of course they’re a little creaky, or nearly just. It’s the kind of staircase that you don’t want to run into in a horror movie, because just when you thought you were cleverly getting away from the bad-guy, it decides to creak. You get the idea. So I reach the top of the stairs, and it’s pretty much like downstairs, 4-5 doors, narrow…except this floor now has an area where you can get thrown over a rail and land on the stairs effectively breaking your neck, spine, or various limbs. Higher death potential.
Somehow I felt like Det. Benson or Stabler should be coming up the stairs in a hot pursuit of the Saw guy.
I laughed to myself, because I have such an overactive writing imagination. It’s fun. I love coming up with 1001 ways something could be dramatic and gloomy. I actually giggle about it.
Then I meet, quite possibly, the most horrible thing ever. A light that turns on by itself. Yes, laugh it up. It’s creepy. This isn’t a normal light. It’s a hallway light, inside the apartment…another narrow room…I’m seeing a trend here. And this thing, because of some electrical issue, seems to flicker a lot when it activates. So I’m walking through, the rooms are dark, except this horror film hallway and it’s flickering. I felt like I should be in a warehouse somewhere trying to avoid the guy in the doll mask and listening to the irritating drip drip of a leaky pipe.
There’s just too many details to go into. This apartment was so weird. But at the same time it was really nice and I learned that not only is my coworker an uber nerd, but I think she ate 17 other uber nerds. I’ve never seen so many graphic novels and figurines in one room.