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Whats he doing in there?

Short story By: Alexander Mademochorites
Thrillers


This is the neighbor we all become.
You know, there's no need to know everything about the guy who lives next door.


Submitted:Mar 16, 2013    Reads: 118    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   


The Neighbor

This is the neighbor we all become.
You know, there's no need to know everything about the guy who lives next door.
And frankly, you don't want to know.
He says he's a lawyer, but he drives a big black car with a lot of trunk space.
He says he fought in WWII, but he can't be older than 50 years old.
He takes these long walks in the middle of the night.
I watch him.
Walking underneath the street lights, shouting a name:
''Duka!"
''Duka!''
''Duka!''
He keeps the curtains closed, but the windows open and his shadow is always making sudden appearances.
What's he doing in there?
His apartment smells like ammonia and his hair is bleached.
The paint is chipping off the walls of his croocked house and the wind is always a bad omen for him.
He is hiding something from the rest of us.
What's he doing in there?
I heard he used to be a sailor, on a ship that sailed the Pacific and that he has a wife and kids in China.
He carries a knife, beneath his jacket, but he only uses it to dig holes in his garden.
I wonder, in the middle of the night, when i hear things like that:
''Light the candles and watch for the gas''
''Should i open his mouth?''
''Take the hammer and start swinging''
I wonder, what's he doing in there?
I saw him, cutting down the swings from the nearby playground.
He has no friends, but he is always on the phone.
There's poison dripping from his sink and there's enough acid to make a skeleton out of an ox.
What's he doing in there?
What's he doing in there?
The lights in his apartment are always shimmering and the moonlight hides his face, as it hits his worn and torn hat.
What's he doing in there?
I saw him walking on the hills the other night, lighting fires as if he was preparing for something.
What's he doing in there?
The one thing i know for sure, is that he is not a father. Or that he never had one.
What's he doing in there?
And what's that tune he keeps whistling?
I want to know.
I have to know.
*whistles*





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