Moved out of my apartment today. Came to check the place one last time and grab the last of my stuff, before giving the keys to the owner. I entered the cave that I called home, it was quiet, too quiet. Immediately I was suspicious. It all seemed too ordinary. Even so, I ventured in to retrieve the last of my belongings. Of course destroying all traces of my living there. Smell, hair, dead skin cells, all of it was erased. In other words I vacuumed the place one last time. Then the true blow came. I entered the bathroom. A smell. That smell. A kind of smelly smell. The smelly smell that smells... smelly. I lift the toilet seat, and sure enough there was a deuce. Now the fact that it was not flushed was strange by itself. If you also tie in the fact that I moved out the day before and only came to return the key, the deuce was menacingly suspicious. Who could have perpetrated said deuce in the time span of about 24 hours? The owner? A phantom shitter? Domovoi? I never found out who did it. Perhaps I never will. Perhaps it is better left unsolved and just lost in the annals of history.
Posted on: Sun, 16 Mar 2014 19:15:10 +0000
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