Hey, John here. A little while back I bought a house up in the Seabreeze neighborhood, in accordance with my well documented love of water-slides. Two weeks ago was the big move-in day, which was exciting, but then something happened. I had to start living in this house...alone. Now don't get me wrong, I've lived alone before and been fine, but it's always been in apartment buildings that have had other people around 24/7. Turns out, when you're the only person in a building (say, a house) it gets pretty creepy and/or ooky, depending on your dialect. The forms of creepyness experienced include the following:
- Wierd noises
- Echo-y acoustics
- Drafts (breezes, not NFL recuitment)
- Upstairs hallway devoid of light
- One first floor bathroom, meaning long trips in the middle of the night.
- Finally, and possibly most importantly: Questionable history- The house was built in 1925 and at some point (don't know when) moved into the neighborhood. That's 84 years that someone could have been murdered!! Or that ghostly brides could have lost their husbands, or that maniacs with hook-hands could have done their maniac-with-hook-hand thing!!
So next time you're comfortably sleeping in your apartment with your trusted room mate up the hall, keeping you safe, think of poor little JZ. Huddled in his cavernous bedroom, wishing he had a proton pack...
Goodnight and Godspeed
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