From crickets to a beast...

The building here is relatively new. Some of the little design artefacts still remind of what was cool in the 80's. The oddly rough, pink, vertical window blinds are definitely one of the suspects, as is the very strange carpeting in the halls, green and plum... and did I ever mention the lush dark plum elevator doors... oh, and my apartment door is also vintage-pink... (on the outside only, of course.)
The large windows here make plants go nuts. The lightly built walls would be probably really a problem if my neighbors were more interested in activities that make any kind of sound...
Oh, the sounds... there was this chirping, romantic meadow sound in the bathroom for months now. The subtle whisper of some simulated brook added to the atmosphere of serenity... and made me be even more thankful for that airport card in my PowerBook and the dimmer I installed upon move-in...
Where there is a meadow and pinkish doors, there usually lurks some beast... and yes, there is one here, one of the elevators... It must have been incidentally placed on top of some sort of burial ground, because, oh boy, it is cursed, and scary and bad. I remember this one time when it claimed to bring me to the 8th floor... but instead opened its doors on 16... not after making some serious jumps and jolts... scary stuff to experience when inside of an elevator... the display showed 8 when the door opened... it then quickly corrected the number to be 16... a flaw in the matrix perhaps?
I think the entire building is tilting actually. Not only were all frames hung on the same odd angle when I came home last night, there was also this random roaring sound. It was pretty much exactly like the sound of an airplane toilet flushing... that "stand back, or I am gonna get'ya" kind of sound...
It was loud, random, annoying...
It is not less scary now that I know what it is... It is the elevator scraping the walls of its shaft... every time it goes down, it scrapes something between the 8th and the 7th floor...
I took the elevator this morning... first up... to the 16th floor, just to see what happens... and it sounded like dracula's coffin...
On the way down, between the 8th and the 7th... a scraping sound and then a really heavy vibration, as if we were entering the earth's atmosphere again...
This can't be good.
I know there was an earthquake in Japan yesterday, but why is the building here tilted now?
The other elevators were shut down yesterday, so now there is only the "cursed scraper" going up and down its dark and angled shaft.
It might be time to look for a place where there are no odd cracks in the walls and no ceiling that appears to be pushing down the wall paint... but only in some places...
I hear of miracles happening up the hudson river... anyone, anyone?
Or what about Amsterdam? At least there are those hooks outside on all the houses... hmm...