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I lived on the third floor of this 14 story apartment building. The building was alive and it was generally helpful and supportive. But I did something, or something happened to me and suddenly the building was really angry at me. It kept trying to herd me up to the top floor. I was terrified of it, though, and fought to avoid it. For a long time it took a while before it realized I was in the building, so at first it only started if I stayed home for a whole week, but it started to get better and better at telling when I was home, so even after a few hours it started slamming cabinets and doors, flexing walls to throw things at me, to get me to go upstairs. It got so bad I couldn't sleep and left. My stuff was still there, but I was staying with friends.
I was going to college again and one of the cool things about this building was that, with the terrain the way it was, it was super easy to get to all the campus buildings. The north side of the building was actually built against a really tall cliff. There was a nice entrance to the building that, from the north, was "ground" floor - right off the sidewalk and into the building. But you were actually coming into the 11th floor. The south-side "ground" floor was the real ground floor. So, you could go up the elevators and out the 11th floor and get to all those buildings, or out the ground floor and get to all the south buildings. Otherwise it was a nearly three mile walk down the switchback roads. For a while I would just cut through the building and stop by my place to get somethings.
At one point I was walking to a class from a friend's house and accidentally knocked a guy off his bike. The bike flew off the cliff and all his books and stuff spilled around. He was really mad because he had a final and now he was going to be late, so I helped him pick up his stuff and decided to show him the short cut through the building. We went in the front doors and started making our way to the elevators and the building started flexing. It sensed me right away! I sent him down the stairs and told him to go down a couple flights before taking the elevator. And then I decided to face the building.
It lead me up to the 14th floor into someone's apartment. They seemed relieved to see me. I was guided into the back bedroom where there was a hatch in the ceiling that was shaking and rattling. I thought there was something in there that was going to eat me and I'd be lost and I was afraid. But the doors opened and I see that its just me. A 10 yr old version of me, locked up in the attic and when I saw her I remembered that I had cut her out of me when I moved there thinking that would make me feel better and now I knew it hadn't helped. So I reached out to her and took her back. The building was much happier after that and quit pestering me. It kept my apartment clean, though.
I was going to college again and one of the cool things about this building was that, with the terrain the way it was, it was super easy to get to all the campus buildings. The north side of the building was actually built against a really tall cliff. There was a nice entrance to the building that, from the north, was "ground" floor - right off the sidewalk and into the building. But you were actually coming into the 11th floor. The south-side "ground" floor was the real ground floor. So, you could go up the elevators and out the 11th floor and get to all those buildings, or out the ground floor and get to all the south buildings. Otherwise it was a nearly three mile walk down the switchback roads. For a while I would just cut through the building and stop by my place to get somethings.
At one point I was walking to a class from a friend's house and accidentally knocked a guy off his bike. The bike flew off the cliff and all his books and stuff spilled around. He was really mad because he had a final and now he was going to be late, so I helped him pick up his stuff and decided to show him the short cut through the building. We went in the front doors and started making our way to the elevators and the building started flexing. It sensed me right away! I sent him down the stairs and told him to go down a couple flights before taking the elevator. And then I decided to face the building.
It lead me up to the 14th floor into someone's apartment. They seemed relieved to see me. I was guided into the back bedroom where there was a hatch in the ceiling that was shaking and rattling. I thought there was something in there that was going to eat me and I'd be lost and I was afraid. But the doors opened and I see that its just me. A 10 yr old version of me, locked up in the attic and when I saw her I remembered that I had cut her out of me when I moved there thinking that would make me feel better and now I knew it hadn't helped. So I reached out to her and took her back. The building was much happier after that and quit pestering me. It kept my apartment clean, though.