Thin Walls

-5/17/11-

The constant low monotone droning grows increasingly louder. Jeremy tosses and turns as his eyes creep open. Jeremy:”Hey Beck?” he says, still practically asleep. Beck begins to stir. Beck:”What.” Jeremy: “Do you hear it now?” Beck rolls her eyes in frustration. Beck:”Yes Jeremy I hear it. I’ve already told you I talked to Morgan about it. Apparently his fridge is messed up. He said he’d get it fixed later this month. Jeremy: “Is his fridge a fucking nuclear reactor?” Beck slowly closes her eyes in response. Beck: “Yes, now let’s go to sleep, unlike you I have to work in four hours.”Beck pulls the covers over her eyes ending the conversation. Jeremy rolls over onto his back and stares a hole into the apartment above. The droning continues throughout the night. It never wavers. Constant.

The sound of Beck’s alarm clock rattles for what feels like hours almost matching the pitch of the busted up fridge next door. Jeremy throws himself out of bed and puts his slippers on. He snoozes the alarm, and shakes Beck enough to wake her up. Beck:“I’m up , I’m up.” Jeremy Shuffles to the kitchen and swings the fridge open, then grabbing a half carton of milk downing the rest of the remaining liquid. Beck walks in with her maroon suit hanging off of her shoulder. Jeremy:“Big case today?” Beck:”Not really, mostly just paperwork, thought I’d give this nice suit a little use though.” Jeremy:“Cool, cool, cool.”He looks over his shoulder at the wall separating his and Morgan’s apartment. Jeremy:“I think I might go talk to Morgan, look at his fridge or something.” Beck:”leave the poor hick alone, your constant ramblings keep me up more then the damn fridge.” Jeremy:”Okay, Okay, I’ll refrain.” Beck:”Well I’d better get going.” Beck grabs her keys in a hurry and hugs Jeremy. Beck:”I’m hanging out with Rebecca after I close this case, so I’ll probably be home late.” Jeremy:”Sounds good, I love you. Good luck on the case.” Beck:”You too.” Beck quickly closes the door. Immediately almost as if on cue the constant droning ceases. Jeremy sighs exhausted. Jeremy:”Thank god.” He then plops on the couch as his eyes flutter shut.

After a peaceful 3 hours the hum begins. Jeremy jolts awake. Jeremy:”For the love of god Morgan.” Jeremy swings his apartment door open, and gives 217 (Morgan’s room) a thunderous knock. Jeremy:”Hey Morgan it’s Jeremy, can we talk for a few?” 217’s door creaks open revealing a landfill of an apartment and in front of it all an old man looking to be in his mid 60’s. Morgan blows cigarette smoke through his numerous missing teeth that complimented his scraggly beard. Morgan:“Fuck do you want.” Morgan put the cigarette back between his lips. Jeremy:”When did you say you were gonna fix that fridge? I can’t stand the noise.” Morgan:”Already fixed it. Unplugged her this mornin’.” Jeremy contorts his face confused. Jeremy:”I can hear it right now, don’t bullshit me.” Jeremy raised his voice. Morgan:”i’on know what you accusin me of, but my fridge quiet as a damn mouse.” Jeremy:”Real fucking funny, do you have nothing better to do you troglodyte.” Morgan:”Get a fucking job Jeremy.” Morgan shuts the door. Jeremy felt a wave of relief as the smell of tobacco escaped his nose. He then storms back to his own apartment.

216’s door opens gently. Jeremy’s blood runs cold, his eyes widen unnaturally. There it was, the fridge in the center of Jeremy’s room shaking and humming violently, growing louder by the second, wafting the smell of rotten meat in his apartment.

Without a moment’s hesitation Jeremy B-lined to room 217. His fist pounds on the door. Jeremy:”Real fucking funny Morgan, Get your fridge out of my damn apartment.” Morgan’s voice muffled by the door Morgan:”You got anythin betta to do ya damn pansi.”Morgan wedges open his door. Morgan:”I’ve been trying to cut you some slack since I know you ain’t the smartest tool in the shed, but whatever problems goin on in yer marriage i’on got the answers, so Leave me out of it.” Jeremy scowls with a hint of confusion. Jeremy:”Wha-huh that’s not even how you use that- what the hell don’t play dumb with me you cigarette smoking hick.” He waved Morgan to follow him to 216. Jeremy:” And what the hell is that horrendous smell!” Jeremy stretches his arm out motioning to the center of his room. Dread rushed into his body like water to an empty glass. There was no fridge, there was no sound. The silence was deafening beyond human comprehension. Morgan:”Looks like the two lesbians who live here don’t know how to decorate.” Morgan flicks his cigarette bud to the ground. Morgan:”Last warnin big man, bother me again Ima be forced to complain to Jeff.” Jeremy’s hand loses the fight with gravity and joins him by his side. Jeremy:”W-wh-what how did you-.”As Morgan walks back to 217 he mutters. Morgan:”Poor Beck.” The sound of 217s door shutting bounced off the walls of Jeremy’s ears echoing back to him.He whispers to the apartment in front of him. Jeremy:”it was here in this room, it WAS here.” Jeremy searches the whole house for any possible entries or intruders for most of the remaining hours in the day.

Jerremy has collected himself for the most part but still a little shaken up. 216’s knob jiggles as Beck enters the apartment. An exasperated sigh escapes Beck’s mouth. Beck:”Go to law school they said. It’ll be fun they said.”Beck says defeated. Jeremy enters from the bedroom. Jeremy:”Hey Beck, can we talk?” Beck:”Sure but if it has to do with Morgan or the fridge, get comfy on the couch because you’re sleeping there.” Jeremy:”Beck please listen.” Beck’s face takes a more serious tone. Beck:”What is it?” Jeremy:”Morgan is messing with me, he put his fri-” Beck:”Jeremy can I please have one moment of peace. You can’t keep doing this.”Jeremy grabs Beck’s shoulders firmly. Jeremy:”PLEASE just listen to me for five seconds-.”Beck begins to scowl as she shoves him. Beck:”I can’t do this right now. I’m gonna go stay with my parents for a couple days. Look for a job and work on yourself.” Beck storms to the bedroom and starts collecting her stuff. Jeremy:”What a shame no condescending bitch in the house for a few days!” Jeremy whips his body to the wall separating his apartment and Morgans. Jeremy:”You hear that Morgan! Give my complements to the fridge, fat fuck!”Beck rushes to the door. Beck:”Do better.” Beck quickly closes the door.

-5/21/11-

The noise had to of found a new apartment to torment. The droning has not appeared since the 17th. After Beck’s departure Jeremy has had trouble sleeping, waking up from 2-5 pm most days. Jeremy’s unmotivated eyes stared into the pixels on his screen, the time reading 3:22 AM ,and the photo of him and Beck on their wedding day began to stare back at him. His eyes slightly wet. Jeremy felt a slight lump grow in his throat so he rose to go get a glass of water. Jeremy staggers into the living room. He grabs a glass and fills it with filtered water from his fridge. The glass is brought to Jeremys lips-knock knock. The glass slips slightly from Jeremys hand. He stabilizes himself and listens to where the knocking originated from. After a moment he hears it again and pinpoints it to a spot on the wall separating 216 and 217. Knock Knock. Jeremy, with a confused look on his face, puts the glass down and approaches the wall. Knock Knock. It raised in volume, but without the dead silence of night he’d probably not even notice it. Jeremey presses his ear up to the part of the wall the sound is emanating from. Jeremy:”What the-”KNOCK KNOCK. It was now very audible, roughly as loud as someone having a conversation. KNOCK KNOCK. Jeremy jumped backwards, the noise pounding against his eardrum because of how closely he leaned inward. Knock Knock. Jeremy fell on his back towards the living room. Jeremy:”Stop, Whatever you are please.” KNOCK KNOCK. Jeremy buried his head in his hands covering his ears. KNOCK KNOCK. Jeremy:”GOD PLEASE MAKE IT STOP!” Jeremy wailed as he curled up in a ball. Then all was quiet. The silence of the night returned. Jeremy felt a wave of relief wash over him. As he began to catch his breath his eyes fell back towards the spot the knocks were echoing from. Horror filled every inch of his body. He would rather have the knocks last A thousand years than to observe the sight that was unfolding in front of him for even a fleeting moment. A small part of the wall began to push out from the wall. The wall morphed like rubber. Something was trying to get into 216. Whatever it was, it was in Morgan’s apartment and it was trying to destroy his very sanity. A small point in the wall stretched a foot from its original spot. Jeremy:”Itll-it-itll kill me.” As the words fell out of Jeremys mouth the wall cracked open at a breakneck speed. A small black tendril surrounded by a dark ooze stretched roughly 2 feet from the wall. Jeremy:”FUCK!” Jeremy screamed. The tendril slithered back into 217 revealing the ruined apartment behind the hole. Jeremy’s heart was in his skull. Jeremy:”AGHHGGHH!” Jeremy screamed incoherently. He closed his eyes looking for any sense of peace. His eyes fought him to stay closed as he attempted to reopen them. After finally winning the internal conflict he saw it for the first time, a large red eye stared at him from 217. Jeremy mutters a little louder than a whisper. Jeremy:”What do you want from me?” Shock fills Jeremy’s body. This creature was going to bring his end at any moment. The glaring silence is crushed by a voice. Morgan:”What in tarnation is goin on in there?!” Morgan said in a tired yet stern voice from his bedroom. The eldritch eye sank below the hole instinctively. Jeremy blurted, Jeremy:”Get the hell out of there and call the police Morgan, There is someone or something in your apartment!” Morgan leaned up to the hole and let out a large sigh. Morgan:”Now if I see your johnson go through this i’ll have to introduce ya to my 12 gauge ya hear?” Jeremy’s face took an extremely serious tone. Jeremy:”This isnt a fucking joke, get the fuck out of there now Morgan!” Morgan’s eye now replacing the creatures in almost parody. Morgan:”I’ll take my chances big man.” Morgan snickers to himself. Morgan:”Now this is property damage Jeremy, if I had no sense to me id think you tryna get in my humble little apartment.”Morgan lets out a half smile. Morgan:”Let’s say me, you, and Jeff have us a little chat tomorrow? How does that sound champ? Maybe after we can have a drink or two.” Morgan begins to slowly back away from the hole, and retreat to his room not awaiting a response. Jeremy:”I hope it fucking kills you Morgan.” Jeremy whispers.

NOTE 1

I don’t know who is reading this, but I have to write my thoughts down in case something happens to me. My name is Jeremy Stienetz. I live on the second story in room 216 in the old apartment off Scelter Street. There is some entity tormenting me in my apartment. It’s not attempting to kill me, yet I have no doubt it will. The monster seems to be trying to scare me with noise or small visions of it. Just taunting me, my hypothesis is that it feeds off of fear, so it’s trying to squeeze me dry of all the fear it can before taking my life. It probably saves killing for last so It can squeeze you dry of all the fear you are capable of . I believe it can appear and disappear at will. It was in Morgan’s apartment, then it wasn’t. It is trying to make me seem crazy to others to isolate me, so it can kill me in peace. I have to try to compose myself and keep it to myself at all costs. If my theories are right It shouldn’t hurt or move onto anyone else till it’s done with me otherwise Morgan would be dealing with it too. Maybe the reasoning is if I had anyone who understood I’d be less fearful and by proxy less tasty. I haven’t had a good look at its appearance but Its skin is a weird black viscous sludge , also having huge red pools for eyes. The hue of its huge eyes are akin to blood. When you look into them the only thing staring back at you is dread beyond human comprehension. It’s like watching an indescribable evil unfold in front of you. Tomorrow I’ll pretend that everything is okay when I talk to Morgan and Jeff. I’ll apologize, I cant get kicked out of this apartment. I have to kill it here. It is real, it can be killed. I will kill it. I must. I won’t let it hurt Beck anymore than it already has.

-5/21/11-

Sunlight creeps through the living room window. Jeremy drifted off for a mir 20 minutes before his body jolted him awake. Jeremy let out a sigh. Jeremy:”Let’s get this over with already.” Jeremy finds his footing and staggers his way to a standing position.

217’s door knob has never felt so cold. Fear, fear was on the other side of the door and Jeremy could feel it. Jeremy turns the knob and cracks the door. Momentum then slowly opens the door the rest of the way. Then Jeremys eyes fell upon it. The beast writhed and shook before him, almost imitating the fridge from days prior. The red pools for eyes filled with rage. Its mouth gaped open with rows and rows of teeth. The black ooze that draped over its body wiggling up and down its 7 foot tall skeleton. Jeremy became light headed, his body freezing at the sight. Jeremy:”H-hello.” Jeremy dreaded every syllable that left his mouth. The creature stepped towards him. He tried to move but his body revolted. The monster’s mouth opens wider. A low droning escapes its nightmarish body. ???!@@!?@:DNIOGYUORTNIHKYOUFCUK. Rage bubbles up in Jeremy. Jeremy:”YOU FUCKING BASTARD, LEAVE ME ALONE!” Jeremy walked a little further into the ruined apartment almost all his fear felt as if it had been converted to anger. The figure lunges towards him barring its impossibly sharp teeth. Its fingers stretch out and become the aforeseen tendrils, just as terrifying as they were the night prior. The tendrils wrapped around Jeremy’s torso and legs, the eldritch horror pinning him to the wall. It begins to crack almost breaking by sheer force. Jeremy windes back his fist and drives it into the large creature’s snout. The monster writhed as it moaned. >?’’’!!??:SHRUGKkkk. Jeremy’s vision began to blur. In desperation he began to flail his arms grasping for anything he could get his hands on. His hands then scraped against deer antlers mounted to his top right. Jeremy’s head felt like it could explode. His consciousness began to fade. Then instinctively Jeremy’s fingers wrapped around the base of the antlers above him. The antlers slice through the air jutting through the figure’s jaw sprouting out of its mouth. The pools in its head began to dim as if it were a robot losing power. The monsters grasp lossend. It stumbled backwards and let out a wet gurgle. Its side clashes with the hardwood floor. Jeremy tried to catch his breath and collect himself, But the deceased entity’s cold dead eyes gazed upon him. Then that’s when the melting started. It began to melt into the floorboards. Jeremy began to scramble as he hyperventilated. He tried to speak but only silence could escape his mouth. The figure seeped into the floorboards, its eyes, fluid now, seeping into the cracks. It was gone, like it had never even been there. Jeremy stared in silence where the monster had once been.

After what felt like a decade he was able to find his way back to his small apartment. Peace rushed over Jeremy. The monster was no more, he would not be subjected to torment any longer. Beck was safe. He then got some long overdue sleep only to be interrupted by a polite knock on the door. Jeremy slowly sits up, much more relaxed than days prior. Jeremy:”Coming.” Jeremy says in a defeated tone. After opening the door, Jeremy’s eyes were filled with the wonderful woman he married a year ago. Beck shot him a half smile. Beck:”Sorry if I’m interrupting your classic 4:23 Evening nap.” Beck said jokingly. Jeremy:”Busy schedule but I think I can fit you in.” Jeremy Gestured into the apartment.

NOTE 2

Hello, if you are reading this you must have read my other note. This will very likely be my final note. I’ve killed the beast, or whatever that thing was. I will most likely be taking this experience to my grave. It writhed and shook before me, and I murdered it in Morgan’s apartment. I still haven’t spoken with him yet about the hole in the wall, but I did fix it with some plaster I got from Home Depot. His apartment has been eerily quiet since I made the hole. I hope I didn’t piss him off too bad. Usually I hear him and some broad he picked up off the street, or his busted up TV. (Dew to the extremely thin walls.) The exception being last night it sounded like 5-7 people rummaging around in there. Hope the stupid hick got robbed. Nonetheless the silence has been appreciated, I’ve been job hunting mostly, trying to put this engineering degree to work. After my multiple encounters with the supernatural entity I’ve been a bit shaken up, but I think my bearings have returned. With Beck being here everything feels like it’ll be alright., but just in case I bought myself a shotgun from a local gun store. This is Jeremy Stientez signing off.

-5/23/11-

With Becks return life had once more been breathed into the apartment. Jeremy clicked through advertisements for future jobs. As the blue light from his laptop digs into his eyes he is interrupted by a thud from his front door. Beck:”I’ll get it.” Beck puts down the bowl she was cleaning, and swiftly makes her way to the front door. The door swings open revealing two police officers. A scrawny younger looking officer stood behind a tall square shouldered man. The larger one spoke through his handlebar mustache. Thomas:”Hello there miss…” The officer looked down at his flipped open notepad. Thomas:”I…uh I have no idea how to say that last name-.” Beck interrupts him. Beck:”Stienetz.” Thomas then clears his throat. Thomas:”Miss Stienetz, Im officer Kench, do you mind if we ask you and your husband some questions? Beck turned, giving Jeremy a confused look. Jeremy shrugs his shoulders, and approaches the door. Jeremy:”Seems fine enough, what’s up officers?”, said casually. Thomas then readjusted his eyes to Beck. Thomas:”Miss Stienetz, would you mind following officer Higgly to chat with him separately?” Thomas gestured to his right. Beck:”I guess that’s fine.” Beck stated in an obviously uncomfortable tone. Higgly:”Right this way!”, the young man said in an overly bubbly attitude. Higgly starts walking away, Beck quickly follows suit. Jeremy’s causality flickers a tad. Jeremy:”What’s up officer?” Thomas:”I can’t disclose details of the case, but I need to know the last contact you had with your neighbor Morgan in 217.” Thomas stated firmly. Jeremy:”What? Morgan? Is everything okay?” Thomas:”We can’t say any details of the case at this time, please answer the question Jeremy.” Jeremy’s face contorts in confusion. Jeremy:”Well I mean we aren’t traditional friends, but we share good moments. He is a bitter old man, yet he knows the right things to say at the right times.” Jeremy said sincerely. Thomas’s brow tightens as he thinks. Thomas:”Hmm well your landlord Jeff tells me yall werent too fond of each other.” Thomas asked inquisitively. Jeremy’s face melts to a softer tone. Jeremy:”We definitely had disagreements, but him and Beck were some of the only people that truly comforted me during my mothers passing last spring.” Thomas:”Any disagreements as of recent that have upset you or beck in any way?” Jeremy’s head filled with their interactions that took place days prior. Jeremy:”N-No.” Thomas looks down and writes something on his notepad. Thomas:”Interesting. I think that’s about it for now, but we might ask you to come to the station for a testimony someday soon.” Jeremys waited with baited breath for Beck’s return to the second floor. Jeremy:”Y-Yeah sounds fine.” Jeremy said, obviously disinterested. Thomas:”Well, I’ll go get your w-.” Thomas is interrupted by the ring of the elevator. Its doors disappeared into the walls. Highly and Beck walked out, Beck’s nervous expression told Jeremy she had received the same conversation. As Beck and Jeremy retreat into their apartment Higgly exclaims. Higgly:”Yall stay safe! We’ll keep you folks updated!” The door shut bouncing those words back at the officers. Beck gazed at Jeremy with a slightly frightened tone. Beck:”Do you think Morgan’s okay?” Jeremy:”Morgan? That motherfucker? He is the toughest geezer I know. I’m sure he is managing just fine. He probably just skipped town or something. We both know the police in this town have nothing to do. They are just overjoyed that they can question people. Jeremy didn’t believe a single word that left his lips. Beck:”Well Yeah. I guess you’re right.” Beck said sheepishly. Jeremy:”As per usual. I know you didn’t JUST marry me for my impossibly handsome face.” Jeremy said smugly. Beck:”Oh of course. We both know it wasn’t for your wallet.” Beck gestured to the open laptop on the sofa with a grin. Jeremy:”Fair.” Jeremy said defeated. Jeremy:”Can I make it up to you with a movie?” Beck raised her finger to her chin. Beck:”Hmm I guess it’ll do. Jeremy and Beck curl up on the couch together drifting off to sleep there.

-5/24/11-

Tap Tap Tap. Jeremy slowly begins to be ripped from his dream. Tap Tap Tap. Jeremy:”Beck?” Jeremy mutters. His eyes are split open by the night. It glared at him from outside the second story window. Jeremy attempted to move or speak, but all was still. Unable to speak, he gripped Beck’s arm tightly. Beck let out a short grone. Beck:”What?” She said still in a trance. Sludge poured from the creature’s mouth as it spoke. Haloperidol:Sleep. The word wrigglid into Jeremy’s brain like an earthworm on a hot summer day Jeremy:”It’s not dead.” he said firmly as the entity slithered out of view below the window. Beck:”Yeah, sure.” Beck said obviously still not aware of the situation she then drifted back to sleep.

Jeremy spent the night staring at the window like it could jump to life at any moment. His bloodshot eyes begged him to blink. He refused. Beck’s alarm began to blare, Jeremy didn’t lose focus. Beck rolled off the couch with a thud, Jeremy hardly noticed. Beck:”Fuuuuckkkk.” Beck moaned as she snoozed her alarm. Beck started to gain her bearings as she stood up. Beck:”Couldn’t sleep?” Jeremy raised his thumb to his mouth and slightly bit down. Jeremy:”yeah…something like that.” Beck:”Are you okay hon?” Jeremy:”I’m fine.” Jeremy said blankly. Beck began to get ready and shouted at him from their bedroom. Beck:”Are you sure you’re alright?” Jeremy:”Never better.” Jeremy bit down harder on his thumb as he continued to stare lasers into the window. Beck entered the room. Beck:”I’ll be back early today. I hope you start feeling better.” Beck rushed to the door. Jeremy:”Yes.” Jeremy stated. He could barely process the shutting of the door. As sleep began to wrap its tendrils around his head he bit harder on his thumb. He could taste the blood from his thumb, yet the sleeps tug did not falter. The bone began to crack as his jaw tightened. He sat this way for many hours. Thinking, before writing another note.

NOTE 3

It’s back. It survived. I have to shoot it. Stabbing it in the jaw was no good. I’m so foolish. I’m sorry if my writing is not as legible as it normally is because my thumb is injured. It’s back. It survived. I have to shoot it. Stabbing it in the jaw was no good. I’m so foolish. I’m sorry if my writing is not sas leggible as it normally is because my thumb is injured. It’s back. It survived. I have to shoot it. Stabbing it in the jaw was no good. I’m so foolishd. I’m sorry if my writing is not as legible as it normally is because my thumb is injured. It’s back. It survived. I have to shooot it. Stabfbinng it in the jaw was no ggdood. I’m so foolish. I’m sorry if my writing is not as legible as it normally is because my thufumb is injured. It’s back. It survived. I have to shoot it. Stabbing itd in the jaw was no good. I’m so foolisdh. I’m sorry if my writivng is not as flegible asssss it normally is because my thugmb is injured.

I’ll shoot it in the head.

Love, Me

Beck unlocks the door to 216 and gently shoves it open. Jeremy before her slumped on the ground asleep. Beck approaches the mass on the floor. Beck:”J, you okay?” His eyelids stayed shut, but Beck could see his eyes rolling in their sockets. Jeremy groaned as Beck helped him to his feet. Jeremy:”Awake.” Jeremy muttered. Beck:”Let’s get you to bed hun.” Jeremy’s body felt lifeless as it fell to the bed. Sleep crept to him at last.

-5/25/11-

Jeremy Jolted awake in a frenzy. Sweat dripped from his brow and he frantically looked around in the dead of night. The room was pitch black except the dim light from the living room. While he attempted to get his wits to him he saw something whisk past the door, A tall black figure. Jeremy grabbed the gun next to his nightstand and went for the door. Jeremy:”BECK where are you!” He shouted. Jeremy turned the corner where the beast had gone and begun to raise his gun. Beck:”WHAT THE HELL.” Beck said, dropping the freshly dried clothes. He aimed the gun away from his wife. Jeremy:”I.. I thought I saw something.” Beck’s face melted slightly. Beck:”J, you’re not well.” she said softly. Jeremy scrambled to explain. Jeremy:”Well-I.” Beck:”Please let me help you. I can’t help you if you don’t let me.” Beck gently grabs his hand. Jeremy:”Okay.” Beck:”Let’s get back to bed, and talk about this after I work tomorrow?” Jeremy:”Okay.” Beck led him to the bedroom and they both returned to sleep. Jeremy slept most of the day waking up around three. He began to write all his thoughts down. They were practically illegible. After being in this state for several hours he began to stare at the door to his apartment. Fear was eating him. He could hear the wet sound of something gasping on the other side of the door. Jeremy retreated to his room for a moment to retrieve his gun. The door then let out a slight knock. Jeremy:”I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE.” The knock bleeds into a pounding. The doors hinges scream bending to the hits. Jeremy:”LEAVE ME ALONE.” Jeremy’s hands tremble with the shotgun in his hands. The door is silent. Then a moment later it gently swings open. The monster’s mouth fell, gaped open as a droning pierced through the silence. sdfndfjkja:Jmerey. Jeremy:”ILL FUCKING KILL YOU.” His trembling stops. His finger resting firmly on the trigger. It slowly trudged towards him. The entity’s eyes slightly wet.

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Jeremy’s finger forces the trigger down
Thomas:”Friends is a fine show, but not even CLOSE to the brilliance of the office.” Higgly glared back at him from the other side of the police cruiser. Higgly:”they can’t even be compared. COMPLETELY different shows. The only similarity is that they are comedies.” Thomas scrunches his face. Thomas:”They are very similar, first of all they are both sitc-” Thomas was cut off by the static of his radio as it came to life. A female voice jumped fourth. Operator:”Unit seven do you read me.” Thomas reaches down and lays his thumb on a button. Thomas:”Officer Kentch, we read you.” Operator:”There’s been a report of a gunshot and screaming from the old apartment off Scelter street, room 216 the caller said. You two are the closest but we are sending another car for back up. Can you guys check it out?” Thomas:”Yup, headin that way.” Thomas quickly pulled on to the road and sped to the apartment complex.

Both officers entered the apartment. Thomas:” Isn’t 216 the couple with the funky last name?” Higgly looked up and thought for a little more than a moment. Higgly:”Ummmmm I think so.” Higgly stated unsure. They approached the door. Thomas:”Police open up.” Thomas said in a stern loud voice as he knocked roughly on the door. No response. Thomas tried two more times but nothing could be heard from the inside of the apartment. Thomas began to turn the handle of the old wooden door. Thomas:”I’m coming in!” He hollered. The old wooden door creaked open. Before the officers was the most gruesome thing they had seen in their combined 30 years of experience. Jeremy stood over his wife with a shotgun dagling on his side. She was on her knees with her head flowered open like a blooming rose. Blood and brain matter covered Jeremy and the surrounding furniture.

Credit: Writhing_Flesh