So when I first moved in I remember feeling a male presence in my living room...Being my rental house is about 170 years old I figured quite a few people have died in this house, because back in the day you died at home among family not with tubes at a hospital among strangers.
I previouslymentioned tha a month ago it had told me to take my keys because the door was going to slam and "He/It"...
One way in and out through a small enclosed tunnel leading to the check in gatehouse/office...Where you deal with an unknown person behind darkened bullet proof glass.
You check in and 2 "security guards" with walkie talkies tell them to raise the door to your individual room with it's own enclosed parking garage...Rooms are on the second floor.
Very clean, very nice...Just had a great French...
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