The Unannounced Guest Part 1/5 (492 hits)
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Submitted by DaBaddestHic <jtight.at.usa.com> (View user info) at 2005-06-20 15:56:41 EDT
Note: I hate titling anyting, so I know the title sucks.
Michael took a deep breath before getting out of his car. He was parked near the clubhouse of the apartment complex, hoping that there would be less of a chance of someone noticing that his vehicle was out of place. Not like that would really happen anyway, but sometimes it was just smart to be at least a little paranoid.
He tried to act as inconspicuous as possible as he walked across the driveway to the residences. He wanted to give the impression that he belonged there, which actually wasn't that hard since he had at one point. It was a short walk to the buildings and up two flights of stairs, but it seemed quite a bit longer than it should have.
Thankfully it was late in the night, and everyone seemed to be in their apartment sleeping, or at least not paying attention to what was going on outside. Michael reached the second floor and stopped in front of the door, debating whether or not this was really a good idea. His instincts were telling him to get the hell out of there, before something invariably went wrong. Unfortunately, he felt he had no choice, so he decided to ignore his inner voice for the time being.
This had never been a good idea in the past.
With a final push of will, Michael reached into his left pocket and withdrew his keychain. He flipped through the keys until he found the right one and put it up to the door knob. One last breath before he carefully stuck the key in the lock and attempted to turn it. Strangely enough, he wasn't very surprised when it actually worked. He just found it a little weird.
Resisting the urge to look over his shoulder, he slowly opened the door and entered the apartment as quietly as he could. He quickly (yet silently) shut the door behind him when he found that it was completely dark inside. After locking the door back he stood there for a few minutes, letting his eyes adjust to the low light. Objects slowly materialized in front of him. Directly in front of him and to the left was the living room, with a fireplace on the wall nearest to him. Along the wall on the edge of the apartment was a sliding glass door that led to an outside balcony. To his right was the kitchen, and directly in front of him was a small hallway, with two doors at the end. The right door led to the bathroom, while the left one led to the apartment's single bedroom. This door was shut, much to his relief.
The living room was the only thing he was really interested in right now. It had various pieces of furniture in it: a large wooden bookcase, a love seat, a medium-sized television, and along the wall opposite of the fireplace, a long couch. Damn, that couch looked comfortable. Slipping off his shoes by the door (but not exactly sure why he did it), he walked over to the couch, pulled off some of the pillows and threw them on the floor behind him to make room, and then spread himself across the cushions. After thinking about it he set the alarm on his cell phone for 6:30 AM. That might be stretching it a little, but it was nearly 12:30 now, and he knew that any less than six hours of sleep wasn't going to cut it after the day he'd just had. Just setting the alarm was probably stupid, but Michael was a heavy sleeper, and the alarm on his phone was one of the few things that could actually wake him.
With that done Michael finally shut his eyes and waited for sleep to overcome him. It didn't take long before he was lost in that unconscious world somewhere between being awake and dreaming.
***
Lindsey was standing beside the highway, watching the world fade in and out of view as lightning careened across the sky. Rain poured down in massive sheets, soaking through her clothing and plastering her long blonde hair to her neck and shoulders. Cars rushed by, some slowing down to look at her, but none wanting to stop on such a miserable night.
In front of Lindsey was a car, lying askew in the shoulder of the highway. Its headlights were still on, illuminating shimmering cones of raindrops. In a complete trance she began to slowly walk over to the car. Each step felt like an eternity, her feet encased in cement blocks. As she got closer to the car she could feel her stomach begin to knot up. Part of her wanted to run away, but it was a very small part that didn't have nearly enough power to take over her body.
Finally another car pulled over to the side of the road, but Lindsey didn't notice. She was two steps from the car at this point, and so focused that she no longer noticed the streams of blood running down her arms and legs. Finally she was close enough to look into the front passenger window, and the last thing she remembered was emitting a long, ear-pitching scream into that stormy night....
***
Lindsey awoke in her bedroom, the sound of her own horror still ringing in her ears. She glanced over at her alarm clock: 2:14 AM. She used to despise that dream, but she was so used to it now that it didn't gain a second thought. Rolling onto her other side, she closed her eyes and tried to go back to sleep. This was soon interrupted by a familiar sensation in her groin; she had to go to the bathroom. Knowing it was useless to ignore it, she sighed and got up out of bed.
Her bedroom door made a squeaking sound as she opened it. It had been that way since she moved into the apartment, and she figured she would never get around to fixing it. The bathroom was just across from her bedroom. She didn't bother turning on the light so as to not bother her eyes. You didn't need light to use the bathroom and wash your hands anyway.
She was about to go back into her bedroom when something caught her attention out of the corner of her eye. Her first instinct was to play it off as normal night time shadows, but she stopped to take a second look anyway. Yes, there was definitely something out of place. She strained her eyes and saw that some of her couch pillows were lying on the floor.
No telling how they got there, but it gave her an eerie feeling. She walked down the hall towards the living room and turned on a light along the way. Immediately she was sorry she did so, and her arm went up to shield her eyes as she stumbled into the living room, walking right by her couch. After a few seconds she was able to open her eyes enough to bend over and pick up the pillows that were lying on the ground. With her eyes half closed, she turned around to throw the pillows back on the couch.
Her heart leapt into the throat the second she turned around and saw a man lying on her couch. He was facing her, curled up slightly with his eyes closed. He was fairly tall, yet the couch was long enough to accommodate him comfortably. His wardrobe consisted of a pair of blue jean shorts and a black tee shirt. A watch could barely be seen on his left arm from under the pillow he was resting his head on. His hair was short and black, and such did not hide his face. Actually a rather handsome man, truth be told.
Lindsey saw all this in the short time it took for the pillows she threw at the couch to move through the air and land on top of the man. The next thing she did was scream.
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Submitted by skeezy (user info) at 2005-06-22 10:30:36 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Good story so far.
Submitted by SkyLaR (user info) at 2005-06-21 11:57:58 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Brdn_Nkd (user info) at 2005-06-20 16:54:11 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
cool beginning, continue on.
Submitted by simple_catalyst (user info) at 2005-06-20 16:30:42 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
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