At least once a week for the better part of a year, I've received a short-hand letter in my mail box from my next door neighbor in my condominium building, on the eight floor. In fact, they're always near identical in content. I've brought them to the realtor, even the police. After the police made a few visits, when I came to them, they told me to knock it off - even, What is this, some kind of joke? Get the hell out of here, asshole. I'm growing concerned but nobody will really look into it.
And this week's letter was certainly no different.
Michael,
I apologize about the noises you've been hearing at night. My
work often carries later than I'd prefer. I promise
to keep it down from here on out. My offer still stands, and I
invite you to come over, and we can touch base as neighbors.
You know, shoot the shit and have a few cold ones? I'd
apologize in person, but you still haven't come over. Can't wait
to meet you though, when you do!
-Tony, Unit 803.
The thing is though, I have been over. The door is always unlocked, the condo's always empty. And the realtor has even assured me nobody's lived there for years. Also, I have never heard a single peep at night, so I hadn't a clue what he was referring to. And the guy even knew my name? This ordeal has left me cold and annoyed. Today after receiving the letter, I decided to go over one last time in hopes of finding something. Any sort of answer, or resolution.
I searched the entire condo: bedrooms, closets, bathroom. Nothing as usual. I sighed and went to the front door with the letter scrunched in my hand. What? I turned the handle and it was locked. I tried unlocking it with no avail. I pulled and turned. Still, no good. I put my foot back to position myself, and gave a strong tug. Nothing, but I felt something beneath my foot. A piece of paper? I bent down and picked it up.
Mike (Can I call you that now? Since we've finally met!)
We'll have lots to talk about, and I hope you'll stay a while.
There's a few cold ones in the fridge as promised, and I'll be out
shortly.
-Tony
Have met? I turned the handle, still locked. I went to the fridge and opened it: There were several beers inside and nothing else. As I reached for one, they disappeared. And the fridge was suddenly filled with bleeding, pulsating organs and bones. The interior stained with blood and the stench made me gag. The condo began to be filled with loud, raucous noises; Distant screams echoed throughout, and now breathing was in my ear. And I felt a soft grip on my shoulder.
Turn around and have a look at me, Mike.
And this week's letter was certainly no different.
Michael,
I apologize about the noises you've been hearing at night. My
work often carries later than I'd prefer. I promise
to keep it down from here on out. My offer still stands, and I
invite you to come over, and we can touch base as neighbors.
You know, shoot the shit and have a few cold ones? I'd
apologize in person, but you still haven't come over. Can't wait
to meet you though, when you do!
-Tony, Unit 803.
The thing is though, I have been over. The door is always unlocked, the condo's always empty. And the realtor has even assured me nobody's lived there for years. Also, I have never heard a single peep at night, so I hadn't a clue what he was referring to. And the guy even knew my name? This ordeal has left me cold and annoyed. Today after receiving the letter, I decided to go over one last time in hopes of finding something. Any sort of answer, or resolution.
I searched the entire condo: bedrooms, closets, bathroom. Nothing as usual. I sighed and went to the front door with the letter scrunched in my hand. What? I turned the handle and it was locked. I tried unlocking it with no avail. I pulled and turned. Still, no good. I put my foot back to position myself, and gave a strong tug. Nothing, but I felt something beneath my foot. A piece of paper? I bent down and picked it up.
Mike (Can I call you that now? Since we've finally met!)
We'll have lots to talk about, and I hope you'll stay a while.
There's a few cold ones in the fridge as promised, and I'll be out
shortly.
-Tony
Have met? I turned the handle, still locked. I went to the fridge and opened it: There were several beers inside and nothing else. As I reached for one, they disappeared. And the fridge was suddenly filled with bleeding, pulsating organs and bones. The interior stained with blood and the stench made me gag. The condo began to be filled with loud, raucous noises; Distant screams echoed throughout, and now breathing was in my ear. And I felt a soft grip on my shoulder.
Turn around and have a look at me, Mike.
.