Open doors.
An: This is mostly just a filler chapter. Hopefully the next will be longer.
I had been living in the new apartment for about three days. There was still a lot of things that confused me about the way people lived in it. One of those things where why so many kept their doors open. Sure, it ensured that the neighbours talked to each other and by now I had realised that there where no chance of robbers in this house because everyone kept close tracks on the people coming and going here. But.. why did everyone keep this up? Who started it?
It was on this third day that I confronted the landlord, Sadik about it.
"Oh, that." He said with a disinterested tone. "Closed doors don't survive here for long."
"How so?" I asked even more confused than before. Instead of answering Sadik turned to the stairs and yelled upwards.
"Hey Alfred!"
"Yeah, what?!" The youth's boisterous voice came from upstairs.
"I haven't seen Kiku in a couple of days! Is he sick or..!"
He didn't have time to finish speaking before the thunder that signalled Alfred running in the stairs was heard. Seconds later a crash was heard closely followed by a terrified scream. About a minute later Alfred came down the stairs dragging a petite, very pale Asian man with him while the man in question was trying to pull on a coat.
"You need to get out more Kiku. The fresh air will do you good." Alfred lectured as they passed us.
"It's sort of an insurance." Sadik explained nonchalantly while I stood there trembling. "And also just caused by repeating accidents. I should probably change that lock for Kiku... Or maybe the door."
It was after this that I also started to keep my door slightly open. Just in case.