The Terrifying Reason I Had To Leave My Apartment


This was one of the most frightening moments of my life.

I’d like to say it was formative, but I’m not sure how much I learned from it, except for “Take Your Friends Seriously When They Warn You Of Danger”.

So many blogs on are messages wrapped in stories – the one with the guy who seduced every lady he looked at; the one where I taught myself to stop being shy and became confident; the one where I was a Zombie Nun Queer Slow Dancer.

And so much of networking is about telling a story – the story of What Do You Do; the stories you tell to Industry Friends that bond you together; the stories you hear when you’re asking the right questions.

I thought it was about time I just let you hear a straight up story for the sake of a story. No message, no lesson – just a gripping (true!) yarn, about the time I had to move out of my apartment so that I didn’t get killed:

It was filmed at the wonderful Raconteurs Storytelling in Toronto. You can find out more about them at

And if you want to know more about my contribution to the (thriving) Toronto storytelling scene, the website for my show, True Stories Told Live, is here:

Any thoughts? Or do YOU have a good story about a horrible apartment? Let me know in the comments below!

Thanks so much for reading. If you can think of anyone who’d be (pleasantly) spooked by this story, you can share it with them using those little round buttons below.

You rule!

xx (Yes Yes) Marsha



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    Reply Reply January 14, 2015

    You are AWESOME and HILLARIOUS !!! Loved the story. You are a magnetic storyteller. Held me to the end. Thank you for modelling that for me :)

  • Shannon Marie

    Reply Reply January 14, 2015

    “… because we’re vegetarians.” HA! Great story and thanks for sharing. :)

  • kpwebster

    Reply Reply January 14, 2015

    Excellent. Beautifully told. You are an inspiration. X

  • Eilidh

    Reply Reply January 14, 2015

    Brilliant, I enjoyed that very much. I really love your mailing/blog and stories. Thank you Marsha.

    • Marsha (Yes Yes Marsha)

      Marsha Shandur

      Reply Reply January 14, 2015

      Eilidh, what a lovely comment! Thanks so much for taking the time to stop by and say that, really means a lot. Ps I like your shiny trainers.

  • liz scully

    Reply Reply January 15, 2015

    Rivetting story telling Marsha (as always). You have GOT to take that story to NYC and the Moth. I’d love to see you in their best of round up…

  • Elyse Sparkes

    Reply Reply January 16, 2015

    Haha, that was hysterical! I would be up on the chair screaming!!!!

    Not an apartment story, but it makes me think of the time my grandmother was visiting my house when I was a kid… We lived on a lake and my dad was very fond of all things nature. Bugs, at the top of the list. So he had a huge “bug board” with specimen that he had collected. It was actually quite impressive. Anyway… my grandmother woke up in the middle of the night, caught site of the bug board out of the corner of her eye, thought it was a real live swarm coming to attack her, and went to town destroying the whole thing. Years of my dad’s collection gone in seconds. Hahaha.

    Keep telling stories Marsha, you’re such an entertaining story teller!

  • Becky

    Reply Reply January 17, 2015

    Marsha! I LOVED this. Someday, I shall buy you a drink and tell you then story of the time a man broke into my apartment whilst I was showering. My brain stopped caring that I was naked…and that man stole nothing. :) Love you!

    • Marsha (Yes Yes Marsha)

      Marsha Shandur

      Reply Reply January 17, 2015

      Becky, WHAT???!!! That sounds TERRIFYING! You’re so brave!

      Thanks for the lovely words, too :)

      • Becky

        Reply Reply January 18, 2015

        Ha! I am not brave – he ended up being an ill-timed (and unannounced) handyman!

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