“13B”

By Robin Chappell

Photo by George Becker on Pexels.com

“I’VE HAD IT!” I stated in bottled frustration through gritted teeth.

Flinging open my door I eyed the dark footsteps pacing the floor heavily

They were two shadows of anxiety moving left and right…reflectively and quietly

I’d been here for nearly two weeks and already had it out for whomever occupied 13B

I decided to give them unsettling pieces of my mind about the noise I constantly endured

Their loud jazz music, obvious shuffling, their sad ass weeping, plus more!

It was like an insane asylum across the hallway full of parties that I’d abhor

I pounded their door on a mission not caring if anyone within earshot listened

KNOCK…

KNOCK…

KNOCK

My anger boiled over like water. The perspiration on my forehead glistened

I continued to knock and knock some more.

KnockKnock…knock…knock

KNOCK…

KNOCK…

Knock….

A series of strong knocks matched mine on the other side of the door

The nerve of this bastard!! My knocks turned into heavy kicks at full force

Until my cultivating rage brought forth the burly property landlord

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!! Trying to wake the dead?”

She stood her ground, appearance looking as if she had just rolled out of bed

Large crossed arms with dark small hairs followed her confused and drowsy stare

“I’ve had it up to here!” Raising my large hand above my head.

With their unnecessary noise during my relaxing evenings!” I now calmly said

Realizing they’d yet to open the door I pounded my large fists once again

Two times. Five times. Eight times and then ten

She stared at me as if something was extremely amusing.

“Lloyd, I’m going to ask again…what the hell are you doing?

I’m not too sure what sounds that you hear…but no one’s lived in that unit for fifteen years.”

Stepping back slowly and releasing a gasp osurprise I could no longer contain

I abruptly stopped and looked at her as if she were insane

Once I averted my attention back to examining my neighbor’s door

It no longer had light flooding from beneath

The pacing footsteps I could no longer see

The door’s rotted wood and paint decomposed before my eyes

You would have sworn I was a ghost once my skin turned pale and white

CAUTION tape blocked it’s entrance displaying the tenant’s only remnants

With a shake of her head and a wave of her hand the landlord walked away

Fuzzy blue house shoes slapping the black bottoms of her feet incessantly

Leaving me standing there planted in confusion…literally sick from shock and sorrow

“To answer your question…THAT IS why people don’t stay in that unit for too one long

I’ll have your deposit ready when you turn in your keys tomorrow.”

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