the guy never called me up and i never called him back!!
Long story caution :)
It was almost the third month of me shifting to this delightful york region of one of the biggest cities of Canada, Toronto. I was spending far more time in the sub-minus temperatures to commute to my office and i decided to look for something near by.
After scolling through a lot of houses put up for rent around the quiet sparecely popullated office area of , i decided to visit atleast one house a day after my office hours so that i can decide on the house soon and make the shifting over the weekend.
After rejecting a couple of houses either due to high rent or due to lack of public transport, i stubbled upon a house at the high rise rather secluded buildings of (oakwood apartments) far into the north of humber river.
I quickly called up the broker and set up the meeting time around 8 p.m. I had to use the torch of my battery to rather walk down the snow covered small creek to this apartment which lacked any kind of street lights. i shrugged away that little feeling of fear of darkness and walked ahead. with a small fountain at the center, there werea bout five to six apartments surrounded all around the fountain. i looked for #5 and walked into the lobby to find out that i need an escort to reach the apartment. THe walkway of the buidlling was dully lit with incandescent bulbs at placed high on the ceiling at every fifteen feet. The path way was about three feet wide and long like a train, i could see as many doors of apartments on either sides of the walkway which looked like a packed mosaic. THe sight itself wasnt great but looked kind of a sad place altogether.
nevertheless i might ahve waitied for ten minutes, the broker ended up infront of me. He looked he was in a hurry and we continued going through the lift to the fifteenth floor. We walked throught he same sad looking three feet wide isle and reached the house.
I was taken aback to see this painting right infront of a wall that was just a few feet away as soon as he opened the door. it was a naked lady sfacing backwards. her pigmented buttocks were rather big,brown and round ended up in slender dark legs and bare feet. As i glamced from bottom to the top, the head was in the opposite direction i.e the face was at the front !! this scared the shit out of me.
I kept walking inside and into the hall. There was no space left. The hall has a TV setup at on end and has a scary half face painting sticking out of its top. a feet away from the TV on the right side was a long table filled with all sorts of novels and magazines which was quiet interesting. While i was about to reach the table i got scared that i stepped on a cat and realised there was fine kashmir mat over which a soft toy of a white sleeping cat was placed. what kind of house decor is this ? i thought. I was a huge open bamboo basket at the center of the table which had these perhaps twenty times bigger size of normal eggs. there were four eggs, i wondered whose eggs they might be but also there is a huge chance that these are plastic ones. i didnot touch. i saw a big cobra like structure kept beside the basket. Beside the table was a wall mount which had almost around 30 to 40 miniature shoe structures ( kinky, class, cult, ). whole setup was staged in 5 steps and looked nice.
The next was a small bedroom which had a look through an intricately carved wooden window. THe bed beside was rather thicker than a normal ones and a table beside it. the bedlamp was in the shape of a skull and the bulb was blown out inside it. The window was painted with small colorful flowers and different shdes of green. it was like a little spring in the gloomy winter times.
past this bedroom was the toilet. There were stickers of asses of different types of women ( black,brown, ebony, readheaded etc) all over the commode. the weird thing. there was a pile of adult diapers on the left storage area and behind of the door was painted with different types of black bugs like this:
Past this was the master bedroom. the last room of the long house , also the biggest of all. It was painted with a feet tall continuous musical notes along the cetner of the wall. the room was adorned with a king size bed made of hard wood and looked like an antique. Anybody coudl have paid thousands if dollers to have that gorgeous peice of art. The whoel setup had too much fo various decor and my mind was overwelmed with waht i saw in this house. take breathe some air, i went into the olny balcony of the house. it was big enough to accommodate five to 6 people comfortably.
There was a wooden low rise table with four chairs around it. the table looked self painted by the artist ( by this time, it was obviosut that the owner is an artist/ probably a painter). over the balcony was a open dark pscae wiht hardly any astreet lights visible. the apartments were far and looked like tiny star lights. I stayed there for ahwile and came in.
the last thing i was suppose to check was the kitcken. I went towrd the kitcken to see that every spoon had a vintage carved head, the crookery was nice and white with afghan like designs. they were placed neatly into the modular kitchen and there were roaches. this turned me off becuase roaches means dirty and dirty means a no to me.
WHen i was inside this house and talking to teh brokwer standing in the hall, i said him yets,ii said him im ready to pay 1500eruos a month for this house. i thought this museum lookiing house can tragigger my art and writing skills and i might end up creating something beautiful.The broker was astinished and he asked me once again wether ir eally want to kkeep the apartment. it looks like, by the way apartment looked none of his presvouosu coustomerrs might ahve given a green flag to pocuupy here. He asked me to give a call once im ready to pay the advance and he left.
I walked tired all along the same dark narrow creek and there was absolute no light. usoing my phone torch and thinking what i saw back in that house. i was scared. i was scared what made me say yes so instantly. the place had this strange scary feeling that for the next two days it disturbed my state of mind. i looked for if there is someone in the room while i lived alone and i made sure several times wether my door is locekd before oging to sleep.
i guy never called me up and i never called him up!!
Behind every door, there was painting of a guy wearing a hat and peeping through. creepy thing was that the guy was half.
It was almost the third month of me shifting to this delightful york region of one of the biggest cities of Canada, Toronto. I was spending far more time in the sub-minus temperatures to commute to my office and i decided to look for something near by.
After scolling through a lot of houses put up for rent around the quiet sparecely popullated office area of , i decided to visit atleast one house a day after my office hours so that i can decide on the house soon and make the shifting over the weekend.
After rejecting a couple of houses either due to high rent or due to lack of public transport, i stubbled upon a house at the high rise rather secluded buildings of (oakwood apartments) far into the north of humber river.
I quickly called up the broker and set up the meeting time around 8 p.m. I had to use the torch of my battery to rather walk down the snow covered small creek to this apartment which lacked any kind of street lights. i shrugged away that little feeling of fear of darkness and walked ahead. with a small fountain at the center, there werea bout five to six apartments surrounded all around the fountain. i looked for #5 and walked into the lobby to find out that i need an escort to reach the apartment. THe walkway of the buidlling was dully lit with incandescent bulbs at placed high on the ceiling at every fifteen feet. The path way was about three feet wide and long like a train, i could see as many doors of apartments on either sides of the walkway which looked like a packed mosaic. THe sight itself wasnt great but looked kind of a sad place altogether.
nevertheless i might ahve waitied for ten minutes, the broker ended up infront of me. He looked he was in a hurry and we continued going through the lift to the fifteenth floor. We walked throught he same sad looking three feet wide isle and reached the house.
I was taken aback to see this painting right infront of a wall that was just a few feet away as soon as he opened the door. it was a naked lady sfacing backwards. her pigmented buttocks were rather big,brown and round ended up in slender dark legs and bare feet. As i glamced from bottom to the top, the head was in the opposite direction i.e the face was at the front !! this scared the shit out of me.
I kept walking inside and into the hall. There was no space left. The hall has a TV setup at on end and has a scary half face painting sticking out of its top. a feet away from the TV on the right side was a long table filled with all sorts of novels and magazines which was quiet interesting. While i was about to reach the table i got scared that i stepped on a cat and realised there was fine kashmir mat over which a soft toy of a white sleeping cat was placed. what kind of house decor is this ? i thought. I was a huge open bamboo basket at the center of the table which had these perhaps twenty times bigger size of normal eggs. there were four eggs, i wondered whose eggs they might be but also there is a huge chance that these are plastic ones. i didnot touch. i saw a big cobra like structure kept beside the basket. Beside the table was a wall mount which had almost around 30 to 40 miniature shoe structures ( kinky, class, cult, ). whole setup was staged in 5 steps and looked nice.
The next was a small bedroom which had a look through an intricately carved wooden window. THe bed beside was rather thicker than a normal ones and a table beside it. the bedlamp was in the shape of a skull and the bulb was blown out inside it. The window was painted with small colorful flowers and different shdes of green. it was like a little spring in the gloomy winter times.
past this bedroom was the toilet. There were stickers of asses of different types of women ( black,brown, ebony, readheaded etc) all over the commode. the weird thing. there was a pile of adult diapers on the left storage area and behind of the door was painted with different types of black bugs like this:
Past this was the master bedroom. the last room of the long house , also the biggest of all. It was painted with a feet tall continuous musical notes along the cetner of the wall. the room was adorned with a king size bed made of hard wood and looked like an antique. Anybody coudl have paid thousands if dollers to have that gorgeous peice of art. The whoel setup had too much fo various decor and my mind was overwelmed with waht i saw in this house. take breathe some air, i went into the olny balcony of the house. it was big enough to accommodate five to 6 people comfortably.
There was a wooden low rise table with four chairs around it. the table looked self painted by the artist ( by this time, it was obviosut that the owner is an artist/ probably a painter). over the balcony was a open dark pscae wiht hardly any astreet lights visible. the apartments were far and looked like tiny star lights. I stayed there for ahwile and came in.
the last thing i was suppose to check was the kitcken. I went towrd the kitcken to see that every spoon had a vintage carved head, the crookery was nice and white with afghan like designs. they were placed neatly into the modular kitchen and there were roaches. this turned me off becuase roaches means dirty and dirty means a no to me.
WHen i was inside this house and talking to teh brokwer standing in the hall, i said him yets,ii said him im ready to pay 1500eruos a month for this house. i thought this museum lookiing house can tragigger my art and writing skills and i might end up creating something beautiful.The broker was astinished and he asked me once again wether ir eally want to kkeep the apartment. it looks like, by the way apartment looked none of his presvouosu coustomerrs might ahve given a green flag to pocuupy here. He asked me to give a call once im ready to pay the advance and he left.
I walked tired all along the same dark narrow creek and there was absolute no light. usoing my phone torch and thinking what i saw back in that house. i was scared. i was scared what made me say yes so instantly. the place had this strange scary feeling that for the next two days it disturbed my state of mind. i looked for if there is someone in the room while i lived alone and i made sure several times wether my door is locekd before oging to sleep.
i guy never called me up and i never called him up!!
Behind every door, there was painting of a guy wearing a hat and peeping through. creepy thing was that the guy was half.
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