"Hopefully I can start a new life here."
That was my first thought when I walked through the front door of Watershed Heights. My next thought was one of confusion. "Where is everybody?" I had been expecting at least a receptionist. How was I supposed to get into my new apartment? All I saw was a vacant desk with a few dying plants and a cup of old coffee on it. I walked over, and then noticed a small sticky note that looked like it had been used before stuck haphazardly on the side of the counter. It read,
Will be back sometime. If you are a new occupant, please proceed to your room and all will be taken care of.
"Well I suppose that's a bit better. At least they were semi-ready for me." Luckily, I already knew what my room number was. I had never actually been there though, because the circumstances of acquiring the room had been a bit tricky. The problem was, I had sort of been asked to leave in a not very nice way from my old place. Certain things had gone down, which weren't really my fault, although it may have appeared that way. Okay maybe they were my fault. But all in all it forced me to find a new place very quickly, which may in fact turn out to be a good thing! And then maybe I can get over my problem...
This was all being thought as I walked up the creaky, dirt-stained stairs up to the third floor. Immediately to my right was room 304. "Hey! This is my room!" My hand was reaching down to the handle when I noticed another sticky note, this time on the door knob.
Key under mat.
"Oh great, anyone could have read that. I've been in crapholes before, but this place really is bad."
I stepped inside my new apartment.
