Brendan used to live across the street from me in China Town about five years ago. One time I went over to his pad and there was a dead guy two floors below him. “Hey! Come up! I think there’s a dead person in my building!” I couldn’t get up those stairs fast enough! A real live dead person! Yee-haw! But when that pungent waft hit my nostrils- I couldn’t get out fast enough. The smell was utterly revolting. It was the first and only time I’ve smelt death, and it made all my hair stand up on end. I instantly knew what it was and there was no doubt about it, even though I’d never smelded it before. Brendan had stuffed towels under the dudes door to try and lock the funk in. It didn’t work at all. It took days for the landlord to do something about it, and I think Brendan ended up staying at a friend’s house. I don’t see Brendan around much these days, but it looks like he’s having a good time.

Another friend of mine, John, used to live in this share-house with about five other people and a cat. Big old house, near the beach. Anyway, one of the dudes who lived there was a little reclusive. He’d come, he’d go, and no one really spoke with him that much. One time he went missing for a few days, which wasn’t that uncommon, he was always disappearing for days all the time, but then this stank began to emanate from his room… Eventually they kicked his door in and there he was- spread eagle and jaundiced with a syringe dangling from his arm.
Everyone moved out immediately, except John, he had nowhere to go for at least ten days! The cat was stranded too. As it turned out he belonged to no one. So John and the cat moved into the front room, the living room, the room furthest from the dead guy’s room, and lived there for ten days. The house was big, two stories, and now it was completely empty, save John and the cat.
The cat wouldn’t stay in the house when John left for work in the morning. He’d sit on the fence and wait for him to come home, and then they’d go back into the front room together.
John heard noises at night and occasionally had to poke his head out the door and yell down the echo chamber hall: “We’re leaving at the end of the week. You stay up your end and we’ll stay down here.”
Pretty schpooky…

Watch this again and see if it still freaks you out…