Errazquin-McCard Theory
Bocce ball?
Bocce ball?
I think someone was just killed upstairs…
It seems as if our upstairs neighbors have grown a series of trees and now spend a good amount of time falling them. Another theory is that they are narcoleptic, and randomly collapse into dreamland while walking from the kitchen to the bedroom in cement shoes.
Apparently my upstairs neighbors are getting new appliances. Or at least that’s what I hear scraping around on the kitchen floor above me.
Sometimes, when I’m in the kitchen, I hear the distinct rolling sound of a bowling ball. Now I know our apartment leaks and there are cracks in the ceiling above the balcony (“building settling” my ass), but I haven’t noticed that the building is actually tilted.
Only explanation left? We live below a bowling alley. But everyone keeps getting gutter balls.
Who knows what lurks over the thin floor boards above apartment 208? Who wants to know? Who could know?
For the past 6 months, we have lived in the cheapest and loudest apartment of our lives. We have often made up hilarious yet plausible stories about what could be making all that racket above us. Well, finally, we decided to memorialize them. Yes, inspired by Best of Craigslist: To the Minotaur That Lives Above Me.
Oh, and minotaur.tumblr.com was already taken. But it’s so creepy that I’ll let that guy keep it.