On a sunny day in February, the building at the corner of Broad Street and St. Clair Avenue was a bit different from what it had become.
It was a place where people went for a haircut, a shave or just a drink.
The countertop had been painted over and the windows were boarded up.
There were signs posted about how to use the building, which was the first thing I ever noticed when I arrived in Toronto.
“I have a question,” I said.
“How did you get here?”
“I just had to get in the elevator,” she said.
The day after the CBC visited the building on February 7, 2015, the manager of the building asked the CBC if we would like to go into the building.
She had noticed the rustoleums countertop, a sign that said it was an emergency facility and that it was closed.
I said, “I’m not sure why I should go in there.”
The manager was upset.
“It’s an emergency,” she yelled at me.
I’m telling you, this place is not safe!”
I had no idea what was going on inside the building and the manager didn’t want to be rude to someone who came to look for help.
“Are you serious?
You’re in there for a reason?”
I said to the manager.
“Absolutely,” she replied.
I left the building a few minutes later and was walking toward the elevator when I spotted an older gentleman in a grey jacket standing in the hallway.
I asked what was wrong.
He explained that the building had been closed for repairs to the heating system and that he had been taking a break.
He asked me if I wanted to come in to look at the repairs.
I told him no.
As I walked up the hallway, I noticed that a couple of the buildings windows were still boarded up and that there were no signs around that said “open, closed or locked.”
The manager asked me to go in.
I went in.
There was no one else in the building except me and a few people who were trying to clean the windows.
The first thing that came into my mind was, How did this happen?
I looked around the building to see if anyone else was there and I saw that a guy had been standing in front of the countertop trying to get a haircut.
He said he was just going to use a towel to shave.
He had an old, white, toothbrush with him.
I wondered why he was so obsessed with shaving and how he was going to do it.
The man then turned to me and said, Don’t you dare touch my toothbrush.
When I went into the bathroom, I found out that this is where the repairs had been done.
The windows were smashed and the floorboards were soaked in blood.
This was the end of a very long day in a very stressful situation for me and for the people around me.
I left feeling like I had been betrayed.
The man who had stood in front to try to use my toothpaste told me that he wanted to see the repairs done and that I could come in and see what he could do.
The manager said that it wasn’t safe to come into the counter top and that the doors would be locked.
The only thing I could see in front was a man who was trying to use his toothbrush and a woman with a bandage on her head.
The owner of the barbershop where I had come to look was also trying to shave, so I walked past him.
He then said, I will give you a tour.
We walked through the back of the place, past the sinks, past what looked like the front of a toilet and then into a hallway that looked like it had been used by a family of children who were taking a bath.
The area that the man had stood outside of was covered in blood and the floors were littered with what looked to be human blood.
In the hallway to the back, I could clearly see the back door that had been locked and a sign posted saying “closed.”
I then realized that it had just been the owner of this barbershops barbers chair who had locked it.
I tried to talk to the owner, who had just gotten up and left the bathroom.
He told me he had left because he had an appointment with his doctor, and he wanted me to come back in because I was the only one in the entire building.
I then saw that the rest of the employees had all been taken to hospital.
I had been told that the barber had died.
I decided to walk back into the place and found the owner’s wife and a little girl who were cleaning up the blood that had come out of the toilets and in the hallways.
I sat down with them and told them what had happened.
They told me about how they had just