Apartment 16
Hard times had forced Jack Bishop to move back in with the folks a year before, so when he and Jessica had gotten together their date nights involved quirky nights in his little rat hole in the wall bedroom with a crooked television and a good scary movie, or the long lonely drives. Of the two, nothing beat the drives except maybe the occasional adventure Jessica would allow to happen in his room. These were few and far between in the year before, as she was always fearful his folks would walk in unannounced and see more than they ever would forgive (or forget).
Apartment sixteen was the first one on the right when you climbed the little stairs at Elmwood Apartments. It wasn’t a new building, but not ancient either. That was a blessing; old buildings gave them both the creeps. The building was, to put it in a single word, heaven, for the two youths caught in the rushing river of love and lust.
“So, what’ya think?” Jack asked Jessica as he opened the door and let her in. She had heard all about it, but couldn’t make it to the viewing a month before due to her own shitty excuse of a job (Kroger’s sounds like a more than excellent job for the elder population, but spelled Hell for the rising youth who were forced to work there under three to four managers at a time.)
“I don’t even care Jack.” She said, closing the door behind them with a click. Sudden darkness rushed over them both and a (nearly) mood killing fear crept in. Their hands bumped each others in the rush for the light switch which, thank God, worked.
The apartment, a small two bedroom (why he had to have two was beyond Jessica, but then again Jack was a pack rat and he insisted he could turn the other room into a bad ass office. His words not hers.) Upon walking in, the couple was met with a combination of living room and kitchen with dining room dying in obscurity somewhere between the two. The rooms were split only by the white linoleum flooring of the Kitchen and the placid grey carpet that extended to every other room except the bathroom. The bathroom mimicked the kitchen for taste.
Walking straight back was a lonely looking sliver of a hallway with two closets, one made exclusively for linen, the other much deeper. After these lonely closets they were faced with three doors to choose from. The one to their right was the deepest bathroom either of them ever saw in an apartment of such low bragging rights. Straight ahead was the smaller of two rooms, the one Jack insisted he could turn into a great office later, and then to the left was the master bedroom.
There wasn’t a stick of furniture in the place yet, the electric had in fact just been turned on, and still the hormones couldn’t be restrained. Jessica grabbed Jack in a fit of passionate fury and shoved him in the room they’d make plenty of love at. That was her one, lone intent now, and the devilish grin that grew across her face as she slid his belt buckle free from its clasp and fumbled with the button, said that more clearly than anything.
“Why, whatever do you have in mind.” Jack asked as he returned the favor, helping her out of her shirt.
“Wouldn’t you like to know. Too bad we don’t have a bed yet.” She said.
“Yeah, a little bounce would go a long way right now huh?”
“What are you hinting at, you think somethin’s gonna happen here Jack?” That devil’s grin was growing a little darker with mischievous intent. Jack’s concentration was broken for a split second as he noticed the closet light was turned on. Something chilled his soul as he looked down and saw the faint hint of yellow light pouring in on their intimacy from the other side of the closet that had in fact sold him.
“What’s wrong?” Jessica asked.
“I don’t remember leaving that light on when I was in here earlier…”
“Honestly? You’re going to let that ruin the fun I was gonna give you?”
Jack turned the light off in the closet with that growing hint of a chill as it cried away down his spine. They were in each other’s arms a moment later and the fun was building for a night of lovely lust yet again.
***
Settling into a new place was always a slow and steady process. And at first, Jessica didn’t live with Jack. He lived in the little two bedroom by himself, shuffling out in the mornings, afternoons and evenings as schedule dictated to do a job he hated for a sliver of freedom.
Jack felt the drum beat of growing dread at night whenever he had to go back by himself and knew he’d be alone in there. It was the sort of creepy feeling you feel, but never dare to hint at. The paranoia began slow enough, and wasn’t anything of substance or depth.
He swore once or twice that he had left a light on, which was threatening to become a new custom. And when he returned home sometime later, he’d find the apartment drenched in a netherworld of darkness.
It was little things, nothing of the sort to discuss with the girl of his dreams. The girl, he hoped would never see him standing in his apartment’s doorway considering whether he should step in or not. Fear had become common to him, a thing he remembered from his youth with his mother’s ghost stories and whispers of things called Tokens and all their premonition like grandeur, never giving good news, only news of death.
***
Two weeks later, Jack and Jessie were sitting around the apartment with all their money locked away in one bill or another. They were cuddled up on the couch growing bored of the movie they were watching, Jack was secretly wishing for a night out on the town, Jessie was a little out of sorts and hard to read.
“When you think you’ll wanna move in here?” Jack asked.
“I dunno, not sure my mom will take to it so well, and you know she’s gonna take the car when I do. Don’t you Jack?”
“Yeah, I can’t afford paying for your insurance anyways.”
“we’ll figure something out, I’m sure.” Jessie said.
Jack hated her blind optimism sometimes.
“You bored of this movie yet?” Jack asked.
“Why? Are you?” she shot back in hopeful glee.
“A little I guess, but, we can’t afford to go out and do anything.”
“Yeah… Well, maybe we can do something here?”
“Oh yeah, like what?” Jack asked as a grin grew across his face.
“Not that you pervert, I was thinking of a game maybe.”
“Not another Board game, please Jessie, we never do well playing those damned things. They always lead to a fight.”
“No, hide and go seek!” She shouted as she raised herself up from the cuddled up position.
Hide and go seek, those words ran fear down Jack’s spine but then again things had been almost back to normal lately. Was mostly due to Jessie’s coming over more and more. A thing that took away Jack’s growing fear of the apartment, whatever that was all about.
“Ok… But, how do you suppose we’re going to hide in such a small place, Jess?” He asked.
“Ever hear of Murder in the Dark?”
Oh, so this does getter better.
“Yeah.”
“Well, like that, we’ll turn out all the lights, TV, everything, you go stand in the bathroom until the count of one hundred, then come and find me.”
“A hundred? Damn, you givin yourself enough time aren’t you?”
“So… We playin?”
Jack glanced across the apartment, thought of the soon to be black oblivion it was about to become and shook off a shiver. Jessie was eyeing him, waiting for an answer, her crooked smile hinting at which she hoped for.
“Ok, fine, you hidin’ first?”
“Yeah, then we’ll switch, sound fair?”
“Yeah, sure, you must have a spot already, probably—“
“Don’t you even, go to the bathroom, and no peeking.”
Most of the lights were already off, all that was left could be handled by Jessica, as they were in the living room or kitchen. Jack turned in the doorway of the bathroom and met Jessica’s eye. She smiled, and for no reason Jack felt a shiver. His mother would’ve said a goose just ran across his grave, but graves and geese were for other times, they were about to play in the dark. The dark, that was where bad things happen, Jack thought as he stood there.
Jack turned and stepped into the bathroom; he clicked on the light and shut the door. That was one room he wasn’t about to stand in with no lights. He started to count knowing full well he wouldn’t make it to one hundred, Jessica would count too, but as long as he gave her time she wouldn’t care.
One.
He heard her soft padded feet trying to be quiet as she hurried through the apartment, probably trying to distract him.
Two.
She crossed by the bathroom and headed into the bedroom, please don’t pick the closet, I can’t handle that fucking closet in the dark babe. He heard the closet door open and shut and would have lost all open except her heard her feet, even more quiet now, tiptoeing by the bathroom door, back toward the living room.
Three.
Jack’s eyes danced across the yellow lit bathroom, he walked to the toilet, unzipped his jeans and took a leak while waiting. Why not? He had to, and convenience permitted it. He found his mind wondering the damnedest things, like what gruesome event had went on in that bathroom before he or Jessie ever even knew it existed?
Four.
He shook three times, didn’t flush, went to the sink and began to wash. He heard Jessica again, a little louder than she should have been. Her feet went by the bathroom again and then he lost track of her. That same shiver crept up his spine with slow familiarity to it now.
Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen.
She should have had plenty of time by now, thirteen was a fair enough count right? He wanted to laugh, but oddly found himself also wanting to remain as still as possible. He didn’t like how still and quiet the apartment had become now, he couldn’t hear her at all, and even when she tried her hardest she was never that quiet.
Fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty, twenty-one, twenty two, twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty.
Half a minute, and still no noise. Jack was shamelessly pressed firmly against the edge of the door listening hard, straining to hear something anything. He was even tempted to throw the door open and take a peak, but if she was there she’d likely throw a hell of a fit, and make him start over. So, he listened. Nothing, not a sound, not a peep, not a silent step. Nothing, except his own heart racing with worrisome concern, and fear, perpetual fear choking at his sanity. Where the hell was that coming from.
Thirty turned to forty, and forty to fifty, and then fifty to sixty. Each in rapid hurry, she had plenty of time Jack, just shout one hundred and open the door. Go on Jack, do it, she could’ve hurt herself or something. She might need help Jack, open the door.
His hand was on the door, nearly yanked it open when his cell phone buzzed it’s noisy so called silent ring. Jack jumped, his heart jerked and he quickly let go of the door. His eyes bulged, his temples pumped with furious fear and blind terror. For one insane moment, he’d thought there was a bee in his pocket, before realizing it was the cell phone instead.
Jack reached in his right hand pocket and pulled the flip phone out, looked at the ID. It read, “SMS Message”. He flipped it open, chose the view now option and began to read.
“Hey Honey, sorry work held me over. Ready to come get me?”
Jack nearly dropped the phone, he looked at the time and date to make sure it wasn’t a technical glitch. Both, to his rising horror were accurate, to the minute no less. But that couldn’t be, right? If Jessie were texting him, then who or what was that out there he was about to play hide and seek with?
She’s just yankin your chain Jack, she’s out there texting you this trying to scare you, that’s all. Yeah, yeah that was all, that was it. Except, she didn’t seem like herself tonight, now that he thought about it. Little things, not big things. She had a different look in her eyes, and her smile was off at times. But never anything much.
He clicked reply and began to text her back.
“Very funny Jess, one hundred, here I come.”
Jack yanked the door open, and stood still. The entire apartment was black with night madness. Only the dim glow of the microwave clock could be seen, and beyond that it was deadly dark. And worse than that was the sudden stillness it had obtained. Like no one had ever lived in it, or ever would again.
Jack stepped one tender foot across the thresh hold between light and darkness, about to leave the yellow light blazing, which he found a certain peace in having behind him. Just in case his brain buzzed.
“Don’t cheat Jack, turn that light off too…” The vaguely familiar voice cried from somewhere in the apartment. It sounded like Jessica, but again it sounded just a little off. And what was worse was how it seemed to emanate from the walls and ceilings. All around, nowhere yet everywhere. He wouldn’t have been able to give an exact location on that voice if his life depended on it.
Jack reached a hand back into the bathroom, never letting his eyes off the darkness before him, his heart racing in blood squirting anger at him. Don’t you dare do it, his heart cried, don’t you dare. Jack snapped it off, hearing the rush of black silence come at him like a freight train. He was alone now, and in the utter darkness of his apartment.
Another step out into the black oblivion and he received the second greatest terror of the night. His phone buzzed again. He grabbed it, thankful for the light it would provide, flipped it open and read the message. His heart sank viciously.
“100? WTF Jack? LOL You drinking w/o me? So, you heading this way?”
The sender was marked as Jessie, the date and time were right. Jack’s eyes danced across the thick darkness, he felt blind and hopeless. Jack flipped the phone around and used the light to find the hallway switch. A crimson stain wet and sticky clung to its surface. He flipped the switch and only received the deafening dead clicks for his reward. No lights.
The bathroom Jack, get back to the bathroom for God’s sake!
Jack turned for the bathroom, ran into it, slammed and locked the door. If it was dark outside the bathroom, it was a crypt on the inside. He reached for the bathroom switch, flipped it on and gave the loudest sigh of his life when buzzing yellow light came belching back at him.
The relief was quickly swallowed by the horror of one thing out of place. The shower curtain, he obsessively kept open, always fearful of someone hiding behind, was pulled shut against him. And what was worse was the distinct slippery wet sucking sound coming from behind. Those sucking noises were chased by slobbering chomps of bone against bone, or teeth against bone. And was utterly maddening. John took three slow steps to the curtain, reached out with quivering hand, almost there, when the phone buzzed in his hand.
Frightened beyond belief, he dropped it to the floor and jumped back.
Jack composed himself, bent over with eyes glued to the curtain and picked the phone up. He looked down, new Text message. He read it quickly, feeling his horror choke him.
“Where you at Jack? You standing me up?” Jessica wrote.
“No. Smthng wrng. Some 1 N Apt. If no response, call cops.” He wrote as quick as he could without looking away from the curtain anymore than he had to.
Jack knew his chances were slim of making it to the front door, he’d have his back to that curtain and be left to whatever was on the other side’s whims when it came to the only light he knew for sure worked. So, that left Jack with only one option as he saw it. Confrontation.
His hand was stretching out for that curtain again, terror and sweat competing for attention. His feet ready to run like hell if need be, he very slowly gripped the shower curtain. Steady Jack, steady.
He yanked it open and screamed like he never knew he could.
Sitting in a hunkered position facing away from him was the wet sticky looking body of what looked like a woman, an old woman. Her back rippling with bones jutting up, and bare, green gray skin glistening in the light with a sick moisture. Her hair was the worst perhaps, a black so dark the light seemed to get lost in it, and greasy looking too. Each miserable strand stuck to the other, and dangled in long locks across her back, and down her shoulders. She was moving back and forth, never seeming to notice Jack.
The distinct sound of sucking and chomping came ripping up at his ears. As if someone were sucking the meat off of a big fat chicken leg, licking each finger it was so good. But what this hag must have been eating, Jack didn’t want to imagine, or know. He was slowly creeping backwards with his hand reaching out behind him to find the doorknob when at last she began to stop. Jack froze.
The old woman in the bathtub slowly began to turn her head back and forth in the slowest fashion, like an old satellite dish looking for a signal. The bones in her neck popped and creaked, she looked confused, or thoughtful. Her head turning, stopped, cocked sideways as if listening and then with the most insane slowness began to creep it’s way around toward Jack. Inch by nightmarish inch her face came into view, teasing Jack’s sanity with suicide.
Her skin was green gray all over, a chunk of her visible cheek sagged and flapped as if freshly filleted. Her nose wasn’t long, but had a broken hump to it, and twisted off a little to the left. But the worst thing was her eyes, which met Jack’s with a serpentine wisdom.
Two pink orbs, solid all the way through, and they were looking straight at Jack. Her smile crept across her face, and at once Jack recognized it as being that same smile he had mistakenly thought Jessica had been giving him earlier. It had been this hag all night he realized in one slow moment after the next.
“Oh Jack, you don’t want me anymore? You… You dont wanna go fuck?” Jessica’s voice said through the crimson covered lips of the old hag. Jack felt a lever sliding to an off position behind his eyes, like a switchboard operator had realized sanity would soon be lost as was shutting the systems down one slow knob after another.
“Who…” Jack said.
The hag never replied. Jack for the first time noticed what she had been eating and felt nausea boil up inside him at once. Her lips teemed with its blood, and now that he was really looking, he saw the dribbling trails flow over her chin and fall to the tub.
In the tub was a large looking rat, half eaten with all its gore displayed to the world. The hag followed his eyes to the rat, picked up part of it and held it out to him.
“You want some Jack?” Jessica’s voice spoke through the hags scabby lips. She eyed him, seeming to enjoy his terror, then laughed the most evil laugh Jack had ever heard. That’s when the lights went out.
Copyright (c) 2008 by Gregory D. Welch
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