Chapter 1: Nudge

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic

Reads: 419

Whatever is inside that room, it waits like an aneurysm waits in the brain.

It keeps to itself, pulsing slowly, growing patiently and quietly.

Tenant to tenant, decade to decade, something formed in the dark. It stayed there quietly enough to be ignored.

At first.




Trapped inside unexpectedly as I am, I've gotten sensitive to the sounds and lights of my own home...and the body, as I listen to my breathing and feel carefully, wondering if today is when I wander back home a ticking time bomb, one day a tickle in the back of my throat.

I am frail.

The neighbor to my left paces at 11pm, the other clomps loudly as they head for work on a morning shift even now. I wonder what they do that makes it so they leave so early and never seem to be back home until I hear that CLOMP. I glimpsed their car and open garage a few times. One day the walls were painted the exact same color as my room, with a decoration I had left in the trash hanging up. 
I should probably care, but doing that is so hard. They have the decency to only make much noise at predictable hours, so I know when it's time to really work my earbuds in and maybe listen to some white noise.
It's creepy, but in an indirect way. Almost polite. And authorities can't do anything if they don't kill me. Fear thy neighbor. 
What else can I do?

I am alone.

A slight bang and a nudge of cold air jolts me enough that I yank the music out and actually detach eyes from my screen.

I stare blurrily and nothing is here, just the unmoving quiet only felt when alone, so maybe a Youtube binge for 34 hours straight isn't actually a great idea.

Sighing, signing out and groaning at creaking joints as I get up.

How am I so undeservedly tired? I try to want for something, to think of food or drink, chores, art. To care for anything.

I am failing.

Instead I just change the couch for my bed, ready for the strange way of sleep I've gotten used to. I wake up feeling a random draft, then somehow the pacing next door makes me relax enough to fall back into a thin sleep.

Submitted: June 05, 2020

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