When leaving tonight for a friend’s house:
Adrian: Really? No one has claimed the mysterious white goop smear in the hallway?
Noa: It’s been there for what, four days?
Adrian: I fucking hate this building.
Noa: Wait…has it moved? Wasn’t it in front of 410?
Adrian: …holy shit, yeah. Why is it all the way down at 415?
Noa: So someone cleaned it up, and then a new one was smeared in front of a new apartment in exactly the same manner.
Adrian: It’s the most disgusting version of territory marking I’ve ever seen. Or maybe it’s like a mob warning for carpet cleaners. Like, “Nice hallways you got here, be a shame if someone smeared a mysterious white goop all over it.”
Noa: The Rug Doctor is actually a mob doctor, I like it.
After returning from the friend’s house:
Noa: Do you smell that?
Noa: Does it smell like blood?
Noa: Gallons upon gallons of blood?
Adrian: Goddamnit. Yes. It does. Is there an ‘overwhelming stench of blood’ clause in our lease?
Noa: That white smear wasn’t a mob warning. It’s the Overlook Apartment Building trying to drive us insane.
Adrian: We’re living The Shining right now.
Noa: I’m a writer and I stay at home all day. And I’m pretty sure Tobycat has The Shine. We’re just a phantom party and an assless dog costume away from murderfest 2013.
Adrian: I’m not sure what I’m more upset about–that we live in a horror house, or that I’m Shelley Duvall in this scenario.
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