Mr. Shadow,
Today an old dude with a cane was hobbling down the main passage way in the section of catacombs that includes the BZ bunker beneath the Chateau Clintonville. He pointed his cane at me, between steps, as he shouted, "Hold on I want to talk to you!" Because of an unfortunate episode that took place two weeks ago, I thought he may be leading an angry Easter Seals mob to the bunker's door. But no mob followed so I quickly became confident that I could out run the old coot if he became belligerent and waited for him as he wheezed and huffed his way towards me.
It turned out he wasn't upset with the shout down skills I unleashed, regrettably, onto the retarded during that episode mentioned above. He was looking for the lazy bastard that abandoned a load of clothes overnight in one of the area's shared laundry room's two dryers. I was using a dryer at the time, but the one being used properly. Once I convinced him that I was a lazy bastard that practiced good laundry room etiquette, he decided to hang out with me at the bunker door and then the laundry room.
He has lived in several different suites at the Chateau since the '60s and as we waited for the one free dryer to finish with my load, he told stories of weirdness and possible lizardry. One story was about management in the late '80's or early '90s, I forget which, using some of the rooms on the back end of the Chateau's buildings to store "trash" from select rooms and suites. That storage policy has long ended, but, although there are new owners and managers, to this day those rooms are not rented out and no one is allowed into them. Yet, maintenance workers from the owner's other properties and mysterious contractors have been seen entering those rooms.
He also told another story of loud rock music from a two bedroom suite in the center building of suites that lasted for days until someone peeked in and found the music lover dead on the floor in front of his stereo. Since then a ghostly humming of Scorpions tunes and strange rearranging of suite door rugs in the hallways has been reported by frightened Chateau residents and guests.
The old dude was spooky in a t-shirt wearing Oracle of Clorox kind of way and as soon as I was finished folding the last of my stuff I began my retreat to the bunker leaving him with the freed dryer. As I headed out the laundry room door that opened into the catacomb's main passage way, he informed me that laundry on Wednesday afternoons is best to hang out while the dryers spin.
I thought you and L’École des Beaux-Lézards students should be made aware of this old dude and his oral histories sessions.
-Decanus
Comments (1)
Dead guy, eh? That explains the roaches.
Posted by Wifely | October 11, 2007 7:00 PM
Posted on October 11, 2007 19:00