Mischief

Someone made a mischief in the stairwell yesterday afternoon. You couldn’t actually see it but you could smell that something was there. Whatever it was, it smelled rancid. It smelled as if someone had forced the contents of their anus up my nose and then showered me in liquid faeces then towled me dry with Hobo rags. I think they rubbed it into the doormat whatever it was. We stopped outside our apartment and checked our shoes for two minutes at least in case we trailed that funk into our humble abode.

This morning, I noticed someone had chocked open the door with a stone so as to air the foyer and stairwell. It helped, but you could still smell the taint of bowel in the air. I hope it’s gone when I get home.