Strange Nights in a Toronto Walkup

Lived in an old two bedroom, three storey walkup for a time in my early 20s in Toronto.

A few days after moving in my roommate Mike chides me in the morning for banging on the wall

that separated our bedrooms and pacing back and forth across the apartment at night.

We just agreed he must have been dreaming or it was sounds from other apartments as I had done no

such thing. We agreed that it must have been nothing and left it at that but this became

a regular nightly occurrence. Shortly thereafter I started noticing at certain times

in my own bedroom the cloying smell of cheap women's perfurme mixed with a damp musty smell.

Imagine an old person's clothes left on a damp musty basement floor near a litterbox that wasn't being