I never met him eye to eye but I could smell him. The whole staircase could smell if he'd walked by. Him and I shared the toilet! I am not going to describe the toilet, I think you understand. But a good thing about him was that he never peed on the side, until one day. And then it suddenly stopped smelling on the staircase. For some few days I was happy to not have the smell around. But when I stopped thinking he had suddenly decided to wash himself, I started to get worried. He had not touched his toilet paper and there were commercial brochures on the floor outside his door. It was obvious that he had not walked in or out of his door for at least a week. Well I decided to investigate so I knocked on his door. A little scared to meet him eye to eye but more scared that he wouldn't answer. No answer. For some reason I tried to open the door, to my surprise it was open. Many thoughts ran through my mind when I stuck in my nose to smell. After a few seconds I could smell him. The smell I knew so well. I started to shout: hello, hello, are you in there? No answer. The radio was on and I saw a stuffed fox on a shelf. Some cushions were lying on the floor. Now I was sure he must be dead and I did not want to meet him like this so I went to call the police. Ten minutes later they knocked on my door. The smelly man was dead. Now the smell is gone from the staircase and my toilet. I can't say I miss him but it is a sad story. Now I have another neighbor and sometimes another man sneaks in and sleeps on the floor outside our doors. He is not smelly but he snores, that is another story. smelly man, sleeping man, smell, staircase, toilet