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09/12/2024

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Everyday life Pt.13

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Everyday life Pt.12

12/11/2024

"Glenn"

I glanced at the clock on my phone. It read a quarter past nine in the evening, and I found myself still immersed in my academic work. The past few weeks had left me sleep-deprived due to my constant procrastination. With the project deadline now moved to tomorrow, I was forced to cram tonight. To add to the challenge, my roommate was loudly engrossed in playing video games, and the TV had been blaring all day. I realized I hadn't eaten since breakfast, but I was determined that if I could focus and finish the rest of my notes, I could finally get some sleep by midnight.

Suddenly, I heard a soft "psst" coming from Glenn, my roommate. I tried to ignore him, feeling a surge of momentum building as I worked through my studies. But the "psst" came again, louder this time, and I could feel my agitation rising. "What?! What do you want?" I finally snapped.

Glenn responded, "Chill, bro, it's ten o'clock. Want to grab a bite outside? I forgot to buy groceries earlier because I was supposed to finish this game."

I brushed him off, but he continued to talk about his supposed responsibilities. "Listen, I'm gonna head out—"

"Whatever. I'm busy. Please, shut up," I interrupted, feeling the pressure of the looming deadline.

He didn't say anything else, but I heard him release a heavy sigh. Feeling guilty for snapping at him, I apologized without turning around. "Bro, I'm sorry. I just need to focus right now, but if you're still up for it, let me wrap this up in a few minutes."

There was no response, but I noticed the background music from the game console stop as the TV abruptly turned off. I heaved a sigh of relief and muttered to myself, "Finally, some peace and quiet," as I took a deep breath.

"Psst," Glenn called out to me once again.

"Wait, give me a minute. I'm about to finish this paragraph," I replied, trying to focus.

As I glanced at my phone, I saw that it was ten minutes to midnight, and I received a message from him: "What do you wanna eat?"

Finishing my notes, I blurted out, "Bro, I'm done. You didn't have to text me," but as I turned around, I realized he wasn't there. I was puzzled as I scanned our small studio apartment. I picked up my phone and called him. "Where are you? I'm done with my academics."

"Sorry, man, I left earlier because I didn't want to bother you. Plus, I thought you hadn't eaten, so I went ahead and—"

"Psst," I heard an exclamation from the room again.

I interrupted Glenn, asking, "Are you sure you're not here? Don't mess with me, man."

"Bro, you want me to take a selfie?"

I abruptly ended the call, and just as I was about to check my phone again, I heard another "psst," this time louder than before.

11/11/2024

"Twilight Zone"

My phone rang, and I stared at it for a moment, noticing the call was from an unknown number. I considered ignoring it but ultimately decided to answer.

I pressed the phone to my ear without saying anything. On the other end, a woman with a sweet voice spoke up. “H-Hello? Are you there? Thank God you picked up.” Her voice sounded familiar, but she seemed distressed and worried. She was panting and stuttering as she tried to explain what had happened.
"Please don't hang up. I'm lost, and I was supposed to call a friend. I'm scared and alone." I felt uncertain, but I wanted to determine if she genuinely needed help, so I continued the conversation.

"Um, alright. What's your name? And what do you see around you?" I heard rustling in the background, accompanied by faint grunting and moaning. It seemed like she was trying to call out to someone nearby, but I couldn't make out the details.

I asked again, "Do you see any landmarks in front of you? Like maybe a streetlight or something?" She replied with a short breath,

"I'm actually in a house. Someone called for help and led me to this rundown house with the porch light on."

I tried peeking out the window of our living room. Our porch light was off, but I could see another one in the distance. I frantically yelled, "You're inside? Get out! Get out while you can! I'll come over!"

To which she responded, "What? Why? I can't. The door's stuck behind me, and I'm scared. Please help me!" She was already whimpering at this point.

I heard her yell in the background again, but this time, the detail was fading as the call's signal weakened. "Wait! Get out! It's not safe out there!" I exclaimed. We lived in a rural area with only a few houses nearby. The one rundown house in our neighborhood had always felt eerie, and I knew I had to do something, so I ran out as fast as I could.

The call went silent. I hurried toward the other house, desperately trying to detect any signs of life from her. There was no response. Eventually, the call disconnected.

I arrived in front of the rundown house, where the front door was slightly ajar, and the light was flickering and fading. I paused to catch my breath and slowly walked toward the porch, a chilling feeling creeping over me.

I took out my phone and turned on the flashlight, trying to get a glimpse from outside the door. I called out, "Hello? Is anyone there? I'm here!" It was dark inside, and I couldn’t see anything from my position. I attempted to look through the window, but the dust on the glass made it impossible to see inside.

I frantically shouted again while waving my flashlight outside the door to let the woman know I was there. Suddenly, I heard a blood-curdling scream that terrified me, but my instincts urged me to run inside and try to save her. The door shut behind me as I tried to turn the k**b. It broke off, leaving me holding the remains of the doork**b, my flashlight, and facing a dark hallway.

I fumbled through my phone, hoping to call anyone, and frantically dialed a random name from my contacts. There was a ring on the other end until someone finally picked it up.

"H-Hello? Are you there? Thank God you picked up."

10/11/2024

"Doubts"

Waking up next to my husband and falling asleep with him is my favorite part of the day. He is the first person I see in the morning and the last person I see before I sleep at night. Spending time in bed with him is precious to me, especially since I've been busy at work. Despite my busy schedule, we make time for each other every day, and he always listens to me when I've had a bad day.

However, sometimes I find myself worrying about the possibility of him cheating on me or leaving me for someone else. I try to push these negative thoughts away, but my fears can sometimes overwhelm me. When I feel anxious, I seek comfort by lying in bed with him, expressing my love and affection, and kissing until I feel better.

I love him deeply and want our relationship to last forever. However, at times, I fear that authorities might discover that his festering remains and take him away from me.

09/11/2024

"Boss"

In my line of work, I frequently meet individuals from a rich tapestry of ethnicities and cultures, each bringing their unique perspectives and stories. This diversity captivates me deeply, often leading me to form close, sometimes intimate relationships with my clients. My boss has expressed concerns about the ethics of these connections, viewing them as inappropriate. It's interesting to note, however, that he himself has had similar encounters with his patrons. While I respect his experience and have grown significantly under his guidance, I can’t help but feel a strong desire to expand my understanding further and explore the complexities of these interactions.

He brings customers into our office, and I can't help but feel a twinge of frustration as I watch him select the clients he wants to take on, leaving the leftovers for me. Deep down, I've harbored feelings for him for quite some time; there's a magnetic pull that I can't ignore. In my daydreams, I often imagine a scenario where I become one of his chosen prospects. In those fantasies, it’s not just about business—there's an intimacy to our interactions that transforms our office dynamics into something much more personal, as we engage in our tasks with a shared spark of chemistry.

Regrettably, I never fathomed that the moment would arrive when I uncovered the truth about him—he was also gay and harbored feelings for me. This revelation was especially shocking after the incident in our office, where he had groped me with an intensity that stunned me during my autopsy. The unexpected blend of emotions left me grappling with confusion and disbelief.

08/11/2024

"Day Dream"

She looked at me, her eyes wide with confusion as she gasped for breath, struggling against the water's grip. I held her near the edge of the lake, watching the bubbles rise and disappear until there were no more. The sunlight shimmered on the surface, turning the water into a sea of sparkles, but beside me, she floated, completely still.

She nudged me gently, breaking through the haze of my thoughts. "Hey! You're daydreaming again. What have you been imagining?"

Startled, I snapped back to reality. "What? Oh, nothing. Just random stuff," I replied, trying to brush it off.

She began spreading out a soft, checkered blanket on the green grass, where we could sit and take in the view of the serene lake. It was a perfect sunny weekend, the kind where the warmth of the sun kisses your skin and the gentle breeze carries the scent of blooming wildflowers. I smiled as I gestured toward the picnic basket, revealing I had packed her favorite sandwich. Her eyes sparkled, and a wide grin spread across her face as she rushed toward me, wrapping me in a warm embrace.

Then, in a whisper that sent a shiver down my spine, she asked, "What are you doing with the knife? Please don't hurt me!"

Just like that, I was lost in my thoughts again. What had I been envisioning?

“Well, what were you doing with the knife?” my psychiatrist inquired, her voice probing gently. But I had no answer, my mind a blank slate when it came to the moments that followed.

07/11/2024

"Relationship"

Our love affair, though imperfect, has thrived over the years through our shared commitment. If I could revisit one moment, it would be that tense evening in the kitchen when I, distracted by the sharp kitchen knife, unknowingly ignited an argument. I had invested my time and care in preparing dinner for my wife, yearning for her to acknowledge my efforts. It’s disheartening that instead of appreciation, our conversation escalated, illustrating just how fragile even the best intentions can be in a relationship.

She completely misinterpreted my intentions when she caught me with the knife raised. In that moment, I lost all awareness, and when I regained my senses, the kitchen was in chaos, with shards of glass and broken plates strewn across the wooden floor.

I shouted her name, but all I could hear was a faint whimper echoing from the basement. Steeling myself, I crossed the hall and noticed a chilling trail of blood leading down to the cellar.

I carefully made my way down the stairs, and as I hit the final step, the wooden board beneath me creaked, catching my wife's attention in the corner of the room. She glanced over, our gazes locked, and she softly whispered, "Oh great, I keep trying to bury you, but here you are again. Would you like to talk about our relationship?"

06/11/2024

"Unholy"

I know I’m facing a terminal illness, but the vision of a vibrant flower field fills me with hope. I picture myself sprinting through a sun-drenched meadow, my fingers gliding over the radiant tulips while the warm breeze caresses my skin.

As I close my eyes, the sweet melody of birds chirping drifts into my ears, taking me away to a serene place. The gentle wind envelops me like a comforting hug, lulling me into a peaceful trance. But suddenly, faint whispers draw my attention. I turn, only to be engulfed by encroaching darkness. The lively field of flowers becomes nothing but ash, and the once-clear skies turn ominous, heavy with storm clouds.

In the midst of this devastation, an antique wooden dresser with a mirror catches my eye. Compelled by an unseen force, I move closer to the weathered piece of furniture, surrounded by the remnants of what was. As I approach the mirror, a man's anguished cry breaks the silence. I peer into the reflection and see myself on my deathbed, flanked by my parents and a solemn priest.

I stand frozen, breathless, as the priest raises a cross and proclaims, "I cast the unholy out from this child! The power of Christ compels you!"

05/11/2024

"Anniversary"

Today is a special day, and I honestly don't know what to feel right now. Part of me is happy that I get to see my fiancee walk down the aisle, anxious because I never imagined myself in this situation, glad because all the difficulties I went through are over, and vexed because I'm not sure where I would go from here on out.

As I stood beside the altar, I looked down and saw how well-pressed my suit was. I smirked, thinking that I wouldn't be able to afford this outfit, but I'm wearing it today just like I wore it last year. The piano then started playing, and the people in the pews rose up, signaling the entrance of the bride.

She's as magnificent as the day I first saw her, only now she's wearing a beautiful white wedding dress embedded with dazzling crystals that beamed in radiance. Her face was covered with a veil that concealed her lovely eyes and beautiful freckles.

She was escorted by her dad, to whom she was clinging as they paced towards the aisle. I began to cry, remembering all the memories we've had ever since I first met her. We met when we were still in kindergarten, and she has been my best friend ever since.

My parents were happy as they stood in the front row, and I tried to wipe my tears as my fiancee arrived closer. However, her dad handing her over broke me down further. I couldn't withstand the fact that she'll be marrying my brother on my death anniversary, of all days.

04/11/2024

"Kiddo"

My son kept insisting, "Dad, I know there's a monster under my bed! I don't want to sleep in my room anymore."

I told him, “For the last time, kiddo. There’s nothing there. You know I check it every night before you go to sleep.” He was persistent, tugging at my hand and trying to pull me toward his room. I let out a huge sigh and decided to go along with him.

We went inside, and I told him that if I didn’t see anything, he would have to sleep alone in his room. He reluctantly agreed and eventually let go of my hand. I approached his bed and knelt down. I paused for a moment and looked back at him standing by the door. I smiled at him, hoping it would give him the confidence to believe there was nothing underneath the bed.

I leaned down and peeked under the bed. There, a grizzly pale face of a child welcomed me, its lifeless eyes glaring back as it rotted away. Its decayed skin was covered in filth as the torso rested on the dust-laden floorboards.

Both of its hands lay palm down against the floor, with broken fingers and missing nails seemingly trying to clench, as if it was attempting to crawl its way out. I paused for a couple of seconds, watching its lifeless posture to see if it would move.

I casually backed away, stood up, and faced my son, who was still by the door. He looked worried, but I approached him with a smile and said, "I told you, there’s nothing under your bed. I guess you’re sleeping in your own bed tonight!"

I picked him up and carried him to the bed. He closed his eyes and hugged me tightly as he began to whimper. I placed him in his usual spot and tucked him in with the sheets. When he asked me, "Do you promise there's no one else underneath my bed?" I wiped away his tears.

I smirked and replied, "There's nobody else here but us. Go to sleep." I kissed him goodnight on the forehead and walked away, turning off his lights just before leaving the room. I left the door ajar to let in some light from the hallway. Glancing back at him for a moment, I whispered, “Sorry, kiddo. Nobody else can find out what happened to you."