This is a real story and a very sad episode for us, which radically changed our lives.
Now, as I write these lines, more than a year has passed since those events, but I don’t care I feel like my heart literally breaks when describing them.
“Yaron, what are we going to do today, where do you prefer to stay overnight?” – I asked my son, in the evening of the day following the extreme night in the rented apartment.
“Anywhere, but not there!” – he replied.
“Then let’s go!” – I said and we quietly made our way to the spare room in the diving club.
This went on for several evenings until our maneuver was noticed by employers.
“Maayan and Yaron, you rented an apartment, why are you spending the night in the diving club?”
I blushed, not knowing what to say, and mumbled, “It’s so stuffy, it smells of paint, we’re uncomfortable there, I want to terminate the contract. Can we come back here for now?”
“Good! You would just say right away. And deal with the owners, guys, call off the payment.”
“Of course! Thank you! It turned out so inconvenient! It’s good, Yaron, that the situation with that apartment has been resolved, I’m not yet ready to look for a new one. “
Several months have passed, during which 2020 has come, another ineffective elections to the Knesset have been held, the era of coronavirus has begun and the first lockdown has passed.
By the end of May, we again, although not without internal fears, returned to the idea of renting an apartment. We were prompted by a new site for finding apartments komo.co.il and on it we found what we wanted nearby literally 50 yards from the diving club in Nut Lane.
This time, the apartment met all the parameters we wanted.
It was part of a villa, had a separate entrance and we had a separate courtyard with a table, chairs and a large mirror, and we could also use the large outer courtyard of the villa, where there were sun loungers, fig trees and flowers. Its owner, Moshe, was a pleasant, benevolent man, always ready for dialogue, and our neighbors were always friendly and attentive to us.
“Yaron, it’s good that we rented this apartment, I like it so much! And the place, everything we wanted!”
“Yes, and me too!”
“How good it is to relax here from the hustle and bustle of the villa and lunch seems to have a completely different taste, right?”
“Yes, I also enjoy peace and quiet.”
“Let’s try to spend the night here one of these days. What do you think?”
“I don’t know. Remembering that night in Grape Lane, I’m not sure. It’s good that we didn’t tell anyone that we rented an apartment.
Let’s go to the diving club, it’s too late.”
“Okay! It’s really two minutes to walk here. Here we are. Let’s settle down. I’ll set my alarm on the phone at 5.30, as usual, make breakfast, hang in my yoga hammock, and wake you up at 6.30. Ok?”
“Okay! But why is the alarm ringing now?”
“Yes, it’s true! There is some kind of creeping line on top of the phone. It says “if you spend the night in that apartment, you won’t live long.”
“As usual, some horror!”
“But to tempt fate, to be honest, after the memorable events on Grape, I don’t want to!”
“I totally agree with you!”
“You know, Yaron, I am so worried that someone does not find out about all these paranormalities of ours and we are not considered some strange personalities or psychos.”
“I also think about it from time to time.”
Taught and tortured by negative experience, we feared … everything
It was as if we were in a dense web of fear, which did not allow us to reasonably ponder and analyze what was happening …
“No, we do not live on Eilat Street, we live in a city with that name” – said his son, answering the call during lunch in an apartment on Nut Lane.
“This is a landlord of an apartment in another city. Listen to what he says.” – my son told me
“You need to move out of your apartment on Eilat Street within a month, it will soon become completely unusable, at first occasionally, and then the water supply and power supply will completely stop working” – said a man’s voice in the phone.
“Thank you, but we live in the city of Eilat, in Nut Lane, not on Eilat street”
“I hope you understand me, by October it will be completely impossible to live in the apartment!!!”
“Yaron, what do you think about this! Strange call, isn’t it? Is this another hint? He didn’t seem to hear what we were telling him. I got the feeling that it was not about an apartment, but about the situation in the country that lately has not changed for the better. You too?” – I asked my son.
“Yes. Moreover, do you remember those notes that appeared in an incomprehensible way on our phones? Do you remember that it said that we cannot live in this country in any apartment?”
“Yes, I remember. I hope it was an exaggeration.
Although we seem to be constantly prompted to another country for life, this is the United States, but we still cannot get there now, we do not have a visa, and the Consulate in Tel Aviv because of the coronavirus does not seem to work”
“Yaron, look there is a saguaro cactus painted on the gate! It is as if something happens to me when I see it.
Yaron, look, this cactus looks like a little saguaro, right?
How beautiful it is!
When I see them, I feel some kind of joy and sadness at the same time, as if where they are, this is my home, but it is far away and whether I will ever get there – I don’t know. And you?”
“I find nothing extraordinary in them.”
“Remember to go to the school website and see the information you need.”
“I remember right now …
Look, this is some other Goldwater School. There are other photos and it is written in English, not Hebrew. It seems to be Goldwater School in Tucson, Arizona, USA. What does it mean?”
“I don’t know. Maybe we should go there? Do you hear this song? ”I love you, Arizona!” How did it turn on by itself on the computer? You didn’t play it, did you?”
“No, I didn’t even know about its existence.”
“What a touching song. I already have tears flowing, as if my house is there, but I can’t get there!”
“Arizona is waiting for you!” – a half-child’s voice said from the laptop.
“What? Who’s saying this?”
“Arizona is waiting for you!” – repeated the same voice from the laptop.
“Yeah! Let’s go better clear our minds, Yaron, they are already overheated …”