My cousin and I went to an apartment in the outskirts of NYC for I don’t know what reasons. It was just rented for us for the next 2 or 3 days, but we’ve both been there before, when we were very little and remembered there was a hidden entry to a terrace behind one shelf and there was a big German shepherd. The apartment was on the first floor of a not-so-tall suburban building, maybe 6 or 7 floors as there was no elevator. The interior of our place was nice, the walls were painted in brick-red colour and the lamps were glowing with dim light. It was raining outside so we decided to take a bath upon arrival. I entered my room and unpacked my luggage on the bed, but I was still curious whether the secret door to the terrace was still there. In the kitchen, there was a dusty shelf with sliding glass doors. I climbed up on a chair to check it out. Inside was a set of black and white cups shaped like chess pieces and a small statuette of a giraffe. The giraffe was made of white porcelain, its feet, horns and the edges of his colouring were made of silver-like shiny material. I grabbed a handful of cups and were placing them on the kitchen plot when my cousin shouted to me if I was coming with her in the bathroom or not. I almost dropped the cups, but the giraffe was safely placed aside. I shouted back I’ll be taking a little while as my eyes were fixed on the little door on the back of the shelf. As I opened it, a short narrow rectangular-shaped tunnel appeared and a faint light came from above. It was barely wide enough for one person to fit. I squeezed myself up the tunnel and entered a very small glazed balcony. The scenery outside was beautiful. Raindrops were racing down the window, the sky was roaring somewhere far from here, enveloped in grey clouds and I was looking at the rooftops and facades of the buildings on the other side of the street. One was deep yellow, the other one was night sky blue, the water was quietly streaming down, cleaning them head to toe. My cousin suddenly appeared behind me, excited
‘Woah, this place still exists!’
I looked around and realized no one came here from years, it was all dusty and at the edge of the tunnel were dried up dog excrements.
‘And look. Those are the only memories of the German shepherd, but there really was one, just like we thought.’, I said. Then I climbed down the tunnel and went to get my phone from the room to go outside and take pictures of the blue and yellow buildings.
I went outside barefoot and wearing only my underwear, but it didn’t bother me the least. There were scarcely people outside, most of them bent under their umbrellas, but on the other side of the street stood two policemen and looked at me curiously. I thought I might get into trouble if I took too much time and to top that, my phone was pretty unresponsive to my attempts to unlock it and when I finally did, the policemen were already crossing the street. The pictures were blurry anyway, so I got up fast and ran back into the building and into the apartment and decided to take the pictures from the balcony. When I finished with that and looked from the window down, I saw the policemen talking with someone from the building who told them the offender they were looking for (me) probably lived on the first floor. They then continued talking between themselves and one told the other
‘If you don’t find her, just send them the usual message.’
I didn’t pay much attention to that and decided it was high time to take a shower. My cousin was already in the bathroom, so I went to the other one. What was odd about that one was, it was square and there was a shower on each wall except the one with the door. I turned on the one closer to me and a few minutes later I heard my cousin – already out of the bathroom – talking with someone. It was one of the police officers, asking my cousin if she lives here because they were looking for an exhibitionist that were sitting on the street in brought daylight. However, my cousin was with short blond hair, while I was with long dark hair and they didn’t suspect her the least. She said she saw nothing and they left. I continued showering but another few minutes later I heard her talking to someone else inside the apartment. The person sounded like Michael Clarke Duncan. In the end I didn’t found out who it really was and I couldn’t make out what they were talking about, but all the time I was imagining Michael Clarke Duncan with dark sunglasses and black tuxedo.
When I finally went out of the bathroom, both me and my cousin’s phone received a message from the police with a picture. The picture was from a security camera – a famous place downtown in Sofia where youths frequently gathered to smoke pot and drink alcohol and a caption was saying: “WE’RE WORKING IN COLLABORATION WITH THE BULGARIAN FORCES”, “WE’LL DEFINITELY FIND YOU”.
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