Hi, this is a fictional story made by me way back in 2019, I had no courage to upload it at first so it took me just now (2021) to share it.
Henry moved in at a new apartment, a place to stay at, closer to the hospital where his mother stays. Midnight has passed, “It’s been a long day. I better get some rest.” Henry thought to himself. He tries to get comfortable in bed, a few minutes pass and he hears a voice of a man, crying. Henry thought it could be his neighbor. He went out of his apartment, checked the door nearest to him, but room 204 was vacant. He then checked 203, vacant. 202, nobody answered, and in 201, an old lady answered. “I heard you crying and I couldn’t sleep, is there something wrong?” asked Henry. “Are you okay young man? It’s past midnight and I’m trying to get some sleep here, you’re voice sounds unfamiliar. You’re that new guy from 205 aren’t you? Even if I were crying, you wouldn’t hear me from this far.” The old lady replied. “Right, I’m sorry to bother! Have a good night”, Henry went back to his apartment. He heard the sound of water streaming in the bathroom, “Did I leave the faucet on?” Henry wondered and went to check it out; the faucet was running, hot water steaming the bathroom mirror. Henry turned the faucet off and saw fog on the mirror with a writing that says “Under the bed”. He felt a chill down his spine, but still, he has to check for his own safety. He went to his room and checked under the bed, only to find a scrap of paper that says, “It’s been a year since she left me, I can’t even say goodbye…” The rest of the page was torn. “Did must be from the previous tenant.” He thought, he shook it off and went to bed. The next morning, Henry went to the hospital to visit his mother. “Mom, I’m here. I’m sorry I haven’t been able to visit lately, I moved into a new apartment, it’s close to your favorite bake shop too, when you get better, let’s live together…”, Henry talks to his mother lying in bed. “Who are you? How did you get in my room?! Doctor! Nurse! Help!” his mother panics. The doctors rush into the room, “Mrs. Hoover, please calm down and go back to sleep.” Henry’s mother doesn’t seem to recognize the doctor and continues to panic, so the nurse asks Henry to leave. “I’m sorry Henry, I know it’s been hard, but stay strong.” The nurse tells him. Feeling hurt and worried, Henry agrees and goes back home.
Henry was cleaning his apartment, and noticed most of the previous tenant’s items were still around. The previous tenant’s name was Damien, he left a pamphlet for law school, a few more pages of his journal, stating stuff about his mother abandoning him, his girlfriend leaving him and his dream of being a lawyer but failed the bar exams, and so on. Henry felt uneasy, kept Damien’s items in a box and went to bed. Since then, every night, Henry has been restless. He kept having nightmares about a man with a bent or twisted neck, wanting to kill him. On the 4th night, Henry couldn’t sleep at all. He stared blankly at the edge of his bed; he then heard a thud in his kitchen. He looked around for any unwanted visitors, but he only found another piece of paper on the dining table.
“There was a crooked man, and he walked a crooked mile,
He found a crooked sixpence against a crooked stile;
He bought a crooked cat which caught a crooked mouse,
And they all lived together in a little crooked house.”
Henry shivered, “What the hell is this, a mother goose nursery rhyme?” Feeling annoyed, Henry waited until morning, went to the landlord and asked about the previous tenant in his apartment. The landlord told him about the tenant, Damien, who went missing ever since. Henry started to investigate more about Damien, and found where his abandoned house was, which was actually owned by Damien’s mother. Henry looked everywhere, any sign of Damien’s whereabouts, any traces of him being there, nothing. Henry heard someone crying, he reached the attic; a silhouette looms over him as the sun shines from the window. Henry went a little closer and saw a skeleton, neck crooked and hanging on a noose. Frightened, Henry fell to his knees and saw a gun in front of him, he heard a whisper behind him “I know what you’re going through, nobody loves you. Your girlfriend left you, you’re not good enough, your own mother can’t remember you, and you even strangled her in your frustration. You did nothing and left her to the hospital to rot. Take the gun.” Henry shed his tears. Feeling defeated and accepting the words he heard, he took it.
John Hansen from Gondwana Land on July 12, 2021:
Quite a morbid tale, but it held my interest to the end. Good job.