Welcome to My Home

Hello

If you found this blog you might've looked up "renovated apartment" or "haunted building" or some such. If either or both of those apply welcome.

If you stumbled upon this blog by other means and have decided to keep reading despite the drab title and odd first line then welcome.

My home is a renovated schoolhouse built in 1942. The staircases and hallways remind me sharply of my middle school. The acoustics in said areas are amazing though and I can say I have frequently sang or hummed to myself in the wee hours out there.

From the outside my building looks like an old elementary school. This does not stand out much in a city made of old school buildings, so we blend in nicely.

There are a few peculiarities I have noticed in my time here. The stray cats that watch us come and go. The fact that neither the backyard nor half of the parking lot belong to the building (though we don't know which half). The faint singing of children late at night when all else is quiet. And the fact that one half of the residents are in one dimension and the other half is in a parallel dimension.

We are a private bunch that also enjoys snooping and gossiping. All but one of the nineteen apartments are currently being lived in, though the singing children probably also sing in the empty apartment.

I know of the other dimension residents because I will occasionally see their vehicles exiting the parking lot, or hear their door echo through the hallway as they close it. I know they are in a separate dimension because I have never interacted with them directly, and to the general knowledge of my fellow dimension residents neither have they. Yet we know they exist. They receive mail, they over-stuff the garbage bin, they pay the unusually high h.o.a. fee just like we do.