On December 6, 2025, at around 7 pm, the residents of the building on the corner of Orient Street made a shocking discovery. Someone had defecated on the landing between the third and fourth floors. And those who made the discovery reported the following: It was human and adult-sized, they did it on the spot, and they left behind a one-dollar bill.
Whoever did it must have had a lot of nerve, said one resident.
There was nothing when I got back from work at around 4 pm, and I first noticed the bad smell at around 5, so they had to have done it in that hour, in broad daylight.
This building has been alive for decades, and most of its inhabitants have been there just as long. They have had their fair share of conflict and drama, but nothing like this has ever happened. With all their history, it was natural to assume that one of the newcomers was the culprit. And it was fairly easy to pinpoint which ones stuck out.
The prime suspect was the big kid on the fifth floor. There was little objection to this suggestion, as the household had been the subject of recurring complaints. Mostly noise-related; screaming fights and slamming doors, but they had been amassing a bad reputation ever since they moved in.
Mrs. Fifth, the widow, had recently taken in her divorced daughter and her teenage son. And those who have known Mrs. Fifth were sympathetic and tolerated the grandson’s disruptive behavior, but there was a limit to their patience.
It’s his revenge, said Mrs. Fourth.
Recently, Mrs. Third and I paid them a little visit to address the incessant noise that he produces day and night. And you should have seen the look he gave me before we left.
Mrs. Fourth believed that there wasn’t anything beyond the capabilities of that boy. She had witnessed over the months interactions she described as shameful. But no one wanted to believe that Mrs. Fifth’s household could harbor such vulgarity.
Who Shat In The Stairwell, And Why Did They Leave Behind A Dollar?
Who Shat in The Stairwell, And Why Did They Leave Behind a Dollar?
