I went to visit a potential apartment for rent, alone. I don't know what made me want to go alone, but I've always liked the area. It's a vibrant, colorful, trendy and safe-looking area with many shops, restaurants, bakery and ice cream shop. The apartment's price includes heating and hot water, stove and fridge, and if I choose to live in the semi-basement, it would be also cheaper.
To be fair, it was on surface a successful visit. The girl I met seemed calm and nice, but people can lie through their smiling teeth, so who cares. I definitely don't trust people a whole lot nowadays, and I know how people in their 20s lie, being one myself. (Still I arranged a visit alone, so minus points). The apartment is nowhere near the photos she uploaded though, a bit run-down, but expected.
I went home with somewhat positive thoughts, but there was this nagging feeling. I kept randomly thinking of the word "stabbing". I chalked it up to my paranoia and chuckled a bit whenever I randomly imagine her standing over my bed with a knife. She was planning to move to a smaller apartment in the same building because she "didn't want to live with a roommate anymore". Though, it was what she told me after I said no when she asked if I was looking for a roommate myself.
Flash forward to today, I'm still having thoughts about the apartment, even though we've decided to get another. Randomly I search for apartments on the same street. Whaddayaknow? I came upon an article about a stabbing from a drug deal gone wrong in one of the buildings on the street. Guess the address number of the building I saw in the picture. Yeah, it's the one I went to visit. I squinted: it's blurry, maybe it's not that number. But no, after a google map search and comparing the appearances of the building in pictures, it's definitely that one.
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