The Hunt

  Apartment hunting could possibly be the death of me. This is quite a false statement. I have only seen one apartment thus far on the journey and let me tell you what I have found.
  My Mom, Ricks, and I drive to downtown near high and 3rd. There lies a house that we learned had been moved three times through out Eugene during the course of its 118 year life. It is called The Hamm House. A historical landmark that was built by General Hamm in 1894. This landmark is a two story green house and full of various occupants.
   The Apartment-Showing Man met us at the entrance along with another potential occupant. As we walked up the stairs I notice a hole carved into the door. I figured, why the heck not. As we walk into the house I am pointed to where the laundry is and then walked up the stairs. There is a smoking patio, which sucks since I had just quit. We walk all the way down the hall way and there it is. The man opens the door and we walk into the apartment. I am informed that there is not bathroom in the apartment and that I would have to share it with my two neighbors, a female student and a 50 year-old Man. I was a bit taken aback by having to share the bathroom but I wanted to know more.
     The apartment itself was painted various shades of yellow and there were so many windows. It looked like a place that I would call home. However, it reeked of cats. The lady who had also come to view the apartment started asking questions about the previous tenant. The man that had lived there before was there for ten years and had approximately five cats. He cut the whole in the door so that cats could come in and out. We find out that he kept to himself and didn't have really any guests. She asked where he had moved to. All the man said was it was all taken care of and he moved to a new place.
    THAT MAN DIED IN THAT APARTMENT AND HE MOVED TO THE CEMETERY! I'm sorry, but did this man all of the sudden get friends or moves because he met someone? Yes, this freaked me out, only a little. I still wanted to fill out an application and put my name down. The apartment was neat and probably filled with friendly, not so friendly and lonely ghosts but I took the night to talk about it with my mom. She automatically thought that the 50 year old bath mate would put up a camera in the bathroom. She's a Mom, she likes to think up the worst possible scenarios.
   While home I took the time to go online and look to see what else was available in the area. Various studios all in the range of $300-$465 and with their own bathroom. So when I got the call that I was approved for the apartment I kindly declined in hopes of finding a nice death/ghost free apartment with a bathroom.
  So the hunt continues.

And with that I leave you with something my sister, Jordyn, said:
"Is Jesus' last name Christ?"