It seems the gentleman who lived in the apartment beneath my grandmother’s has died. Unfortunately, it wasn’t very recent. My g.mother had begun to notice a strange smell downstairs, but didn’t think much about it. Finally, it got bad enough for her to call the managment today. That’s when they discovered him.
He was Black. My g.mother says she hadn’t seen him around for about a month. The poor guy. One of my fears is to go like that. It creeps the hell out of me. I can’t even imagine how it makes someone my g.mothers age feel.
The family has been trying to get my g.mother to move to a downstairs apt. ever since she fell down the stairs a couple of weeks ago. I don’t think she’ll move into that apt. This is the third person in a row to die in there. These aren’t senior citizens apts, but it’s subsidized, so quite a few seniors live there.
Huh? Why should it matter if he was bla… OOOOOOOooooh.
Holy crap.
Ick. Ick. Ick. Ick. Ick.
Sorry for your grammy, but no way - no how - not gonna happen. nuh-uh. Not that apartment. Hell, I’d leave my apartment and be in a hotel until the smell went away.
Excuse me while I go have a massive attack of the willies.
EEEEYUUUUUUCK! shudders violently right along with DeVena
I couldn’t live in a place I knew someone had died in. Has to do with some silly childhood fear of angry, vengeful ghosts and general willies on principle. I’d have thought the fellow would have been found long before turning that color. Mail piling up, no noise at all from that apartment, no coming or going. Had he no family or friends? shudder shudder
ick. death cooties. there are companies that specialize in cleaning and redoing places people die (in many varied conditions) in.
i hope your grandmom is doing okay. it is rather unsettling when your neighbours pass on, esp. a few at a time.
i’m typing this from the room my grandmother died in. it has been totally redone quite a few times since then. the only things of her’s are the cross and ikons, and the priest has been by to bless the house quite a few times.
of course my grandmother did not have to wait months for someone to find her. when she didn’t come down for breakfast, mum checked on her right away.
**DeVina **, it’s funny, when my mother first said he was black, that was the first thing I thought. You have to consider the fact that the community that my family lives in is over 99% white. Then I was ohh… as well.
Spider, my grandmother may have noticed him missing sooner, but she has been recovering from the fall down the stairs the last couple of weeks. She hasn’t been home much. He had no family that would see him missing, I guess. Which leads me to…
leechbabe, yes, we keep a good track of grandma. My parents only live four blocks away, and there is quite a bit of family in the area. My g.mother had 12 children, and most still live in the area. This is the last thing that is going to happen to her.
