Saw

When I go into the bathroom to shower, I shut the door. Not all the way mind, because that would require force and also a caring about nudity when I live by myself. So, the door is always just the tiniest bit not stuck in the frame. And I’ll get in the shower, you know, with the soap, and all of a sudden the door will spring open.

For a while this was terrifying. Ghosts, I thought. Or psychotic serial killers desensitiving me to terror so that when the end actually came I wouldn’t even be expecting it. But now I just look out the shower’s glass door at ground level and I can see a fuzzy little white and black body wandering around, wondering what I’m doing.

Moo Cow thinks there should be no doors between us. This apartment follows a ‘Her Castle, Her Rules’, system of management.

Though maybe, it sometimes still is a ghost taking advantage of me thinking it’s a cat and then chuckling wildly up in the eaves while he rattles his chains. Or the serial killer idea, I feel, still has some merit. Because maybe Moosers is in cahoots with him and is the Desensitizer. Or it could be Christine, I suppose, who still has a key to my apartment. Though what her motive would be, I hesitate to speculate.