OMG, I’m staying at a friend’s in the East Village and when she gave me the keys and told me I had to unlock an outer door and go through a courtyard to get to her building I thought of your story and thought, “WUT NO, it’s that place from the Jezebel scary story!” but I re-read this today, and there are no stairs in…

DAMNNNNNNNN!!!!

Ahhhhhhh! Never. Sleeping. Again.