3838 Walnut Street Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

3838 Walnut Street Pt. 01

... Apartment 9B: Diary of Rosalin Eklund

Finally, I met someone who is willing to talk about more than the weather. His name is Brian Kwon and he lives with his parents in 12C. Of course, I don't know how helpful he'll be. He's only nineteen, and his family moved in recently, long after the Ostrows disappeared. But at least I have a contact, and maybe he'll lead me to other people willing to talk. At times, I feel like everyone knows why I'm here. Of course, that's impossible. We were very careful.

There are a few oddities in the building. I did some snooping in the basement. I can't seem to find the mechanical room. There's just laundry and a couple small rooms for storage. I can't even find a locked door that might hide the furnace, etc. Also, I studied the building from the outside. I count thirteen stories. The top floor isn't twelve as the elevator and stairs would have you believe. Thereis a locked door labeled roof access at the end of the hall on twelve. I assume Mrs. Creech has a key, but she tells me tenants are not allowed on the roof.

I did some sketches of the reliefs on the walls of the lobby. I plan to stop by the library and see what I can make of them. The depictions are very unusual for a building constructed in the 1930s. I do wonder if they were added in later decades. But, of course, no one will talk to me about that. Not even any of the doormen.

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January 11, 2015: Apartment 12C and 12E, the Marland and Dahir families

"Hi. I'm Abshir ...

... Dahir and this is my sister, Hani." Abshir stuck out his hand. The boy who was going to show them around was everything Abshir wasn't. Joe was pale, tall, had longish blond hair, and was thin. Abshir was dark, short, with close-cropped black hair, and a few extra pounds. To add to the differences, Abshir and his sister were dressed formally, while the boy in front of them slouched in a t-shirt and jeans. Abshir and his sister wore glasses, and their guide did not.I could go on, but I just really want him to shake my hand so we can get this over with. "Nice to meet you, I'm Joe." Joe shook Abshir's hand, and then reached his hand out to Hani. She shook it tentatively. Joe tried not to stare at her hijab. It wasn't that unusual in New York, he supposed. He stuffed his hands back in his pockets and looked back at Abshir. "Your name rhymes. I like it." He offered an awkward smile.

"Thanks." Abshir smiled back.

Hani turned her head and rolled her eyes.

"So, I guess my mom is showing around your parents." Joe turned and looked over at the olds. Abshir and Hani's mother was wearing a hajib, too. "What do you want to see first?"

"Can you tell us about the art in the lobby?" Abshir looked thoughtfully at the nearby depiction of a partially clothed man and woman talking to a creature with the head of a wolf, but the body of a man.No, they aren't talking to it. They're making an offering. He couldn't tell what was in the bundle they held out to it. Behind the wolf-headed man, a ...