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I had always thought there was something odd about my neighbour who lived across the hallway. In an entire year I had only seen him a few times and knew from the countless flyers left stuck to his door that he was often gone for long stretches of time. On the few occasions that I had seen him he wore a baseball cap and slouched so much that it was hard to look at him directly in the face.
Although I never knew him personally we did have a little bit of a history which I will never forget.
Late one night at around 2:35am he played My Humps by the Black Eyed Peas for 2 hours straight. It was so loud I could hear it from my bed across the hallway. For a while I let him carry on but there’s only so much Black Eyed Peas a person can take so I walked out into the hallway and knocked on his door. Instantly the music stopped….but no one answered the door. I assume he had been looking at me through the peep hole. I figured he was going to stop as he didn’t want to answer the door, so he probably didn’t want to get into any kind of confrontation. I made my way back into my bed and the second I closed my eyes the music picked up again. I was at a loss and it was clear that he was having some personal issues because what kind of sick person tortures themselves by listening to My Humps on repeat that late at night?
Thankfully that only happened once and everything was quiet until months later when I was making dinner I heard people talking just outside my apartment door. I looked through the peephole and saw two police officers and a few women. Curiosity took over me instantly and stood behind the door silently observing what was going on. I discovered that one of the women was my neighbour’s mother and she had been trying to contact her son for some time, Unable to do so she contacted the police and was now trying to get into his apartment to see if he had left. I soon discovered that Brian had personality disorder and run away many times in the past. His mother also mentioned that he had a history with wanting to commit suicide.
Finally the police got his apartment open all the while I stood behind my door oblivious to all those outside. I grabbed my cellphone and started to started to take pictures through the peephole. At first I thought they were going to open the door and he was going to be hanging from a noose right in front of the door, thankfully that was not the case. It turned out he wasn’t home which was a relief to everyone including myself was. A few weeks went by and few women stopped by his apartment to move his things out. I never heard or saw anything about Brian again and there are new tenants in his apartment. I hope Brian is still alive and that he is with his family who were clearly distraught about the whole ordeal.
Evan Mclean
