the power’s out again. you’re sat in the kitchen, hands wrapped around your warm mug, sweater pulled over your chin. thought maybe keeping the heat off for today would help out with the gas bill, but it’s just as your realize that you’ve forgotten about the meter that everything powers down with a low hum. a few months back, perhaps even a year, and you’d have just left it. curled up in bed and had yourself a good cry. but today, or tonight rather, you sigh softly and rise to your feet. mitzy’s out, so you figure she won’t mind if you sneak into her room and swipe some pocket change. it’s her responsibility, too.
a chill runs through you as your hand wraps around the front door knob, and it’s not just from the cold. but, you shrug it off and pull it open, stepping out into the hall to quickly feed the coins into the slot.
and then you spot him across the way. standing in front of his old door, hands in his pockets. maybe you should be afraid, but you’re not. instead, you just stare at him with a look of disdain. there’s at least twenty seconds of pure, ear-ringing silence before you shatter it. ❝... well? don’t just stand there like a creep. ❞ against better judgment, you step to the side. you doubt he’d show up back here to finish the job. maybe he didn’t expect to see you alive, maybe he’s just here to reminisce. or, to haunt the place like a fucking ghost. ❝ i’ll just be a minute. come in. ❞ you’ve got no reason to be scared. mitzy may not even be home until morning, and if he tries anything, you’ll rise back up again long before then.
@6thparasite.