Plus didn't the building superintendant have to check on the wiring and plumbing once in a while?
If I owned the building I'd be a tad curious about just why nobody ever comes and goes into this apartment.
A simple knock to see if the tenant was OK would seem in order.
Not to mention the decades worth of Pizza Hut menus hanging on the doorknob.
Agree this is a cool, but weird story.
That was the apartment of a very comfortable, even wealthy woman. She had a cheque cut monthly by whomever managed her finances, then had it electronically drafted out of a household account. The money for the expense was not a concern. She likely didn’t even notice it, and if she did the thought of breaking up that household was more than she wanted to deal with.
Maybe it was special somehow, like a bedroom in a house left untouched for years. She liked knowing it was there but didn’t want to go see it. The upstairs of my paternal grandmother’s house was sort of like that, a time capsule. Not quite as grand, though.