My Bathroom

Let me take you on a trip to my bathroom:

You enter the door on Calle Brosoli (or Broccoli, as we like to call it) and climb the terracotta stairs. The door after the red gloss barred window is mine, and you turn the key anticlockwise to unlock it. As you stoop under the lintel to enter, you see what looks like a frosted glass window on your right. Open the rubber-sealed window to a sea of fruit flies, and discover a step leading into the world´s smallest bathroom.

The bathroom is concrete with a toilet in the centre, and a strip of pink waterproof wallpaper on the right wall. You cannot stand in this room, but instead perch on the toilet and look to the shower fixture next to you to see how it works. From your throne, you can perform your ablusions, but beware, as getting out is tricky when you are wet and bent over and having to jump down a step.

Today I went to the bathroom to discover a note on the front of it saying something like:
DO NOT ENTER
Closed due to murder investigation.
No unauthorised personnel.
By order of Jake.

Jake is Dani´s, for want of a better word, alter-ego. I opened the door. Four yellow post-its marked the wall.

Name: Marty McFly
Cause of Death: Giant flipflop
Foul Play Suspected.

Name: Barney Blue-bottle
Cause of Death: Suicide
Do not move

....and so on.