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Legends of the Dark – Home Improvement (Part Four)

Nothing was sitting right with this, with any of this going on. I already had my suspicions once I heard the tools falling earlier, seeing the water dripping from the piping, and the lack of seeing Darren anywhere in the house. The longer I continued to explore the house, the more I began to believe that something else was happening within these broken walls.

Besides the attic, the only place left I had to check out was the other side of the basement, the darker, rustic-smelling half behind the brick wall. And the only way to get through was to go into the small hatch and vents inside the walls. What kind of family would need to travel through vents inside their own home? I kept thinking about how the realtor kept out such much information about the house. And I was starting to understand why–this entire house made no sense.

The flashlight on my phone was the only thing leading me through the dust-covered, cobweb-infested vents. I tried my best not to let the dust get into my mouth, but it seemed useless.

All I could think about was what awaited me on the other side of the basement.

There was just one long, silver tunnel that lead up. What kind of purpose could it have served?

Being on this side of the basement feels like an entirely different room. There must have been a good reason behind putting up a brick wall.

Thinking that this would give me the upper-hand in the situation, I decided to call Darren again. If he was nearby, his phone would give away his hiding spot. Again it took a moment for the connection to go through before the ringing started.

“This isn’t funny now, answer the fucking phone.”

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Legends of the Dark – Home Improvement (Part Three)

It felt a bit weird being the only person in the entire house right now. Having gone from the second floor and now down into the basement, Darren was still nowhere in sight. He didn’t call out whenever I tried to find out where he was. Maybe the lunch theory was still sound?

Regardless, I had to check out the basement, just to cover my tracks and make sure he really wasn’t here anymore. Aside from looking for one of my guys, I ended up finding a few other things, both worrying and confusing. Every new discovery in the house added to the realization that we didn’t really know what kind of house we were flipping.

For a split second, I regretted buying this house, thinking that all of the work we put in turned out to be a giant waste of money. But we were determined on making this house from the ground up. We planned on making a living off of this house.

But first, I had to get through this disgusting smell of musky wood.

When I reached the center support beam I could feel the cold dampness radiating straight off of the wood. Water drops were tricking down the wood at a sluggish pace.

Christ, this isn’t a good sign.

It was a worrying sight, seeing part of a wall fall apart.

“Damn it,” I huffed under my breath. “Still nothing. Where the hell is this guy?”

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House Invasion

Butch kept his army knife tight in hand, holding it in a reverse grip with the blade facing out. His stance was low with his knees bent, slowly making his way across the second floor hallway. The length of the hallway was visible under the low light, all the doors on both sides within his line of sight.

“Amilia,” Butch cautiously called out, stopping his approach. He stood still, waiting to see if one of the doors would open. “Amilia, it’s me. It’s okay to come out.”

None of the doors opened, not even the shake of a door handle happened. Butch calmed his breathing, listening for any kind of movement. In the silence the raging winds from outside the house blew from underneath one of the doors, making a faint whistling sound.

Easing up just a bit, Butch stood straight up. He took a few more steps down the hall, opening doors just to make sure the house was clear. Behind the bathroom door was nothing but the usual appliances and fixtures, including the same freshly washed towels in the hamper on the floor. Opposite the bathroom was the master bedroom, the room him and Amilia shared. The room was still a mess from the struggle earlier in the day. The bedsheets were hanging off from one corner of the bed, partially damp from the pool of blood it rested in. The door to the walk-in closet was hanging from its top hinge, splintered and broken in the center. Various trinkets and items were thrown all over, the evidence of a wild brawl. Butch took a long look in the room, just to make sure nothing changed.

When he walked up to the next door, which was the guest bedroom, he knocked on the door and called out again, “Amilia, the house is clear. You can come out.”

Once again, no response. Butch reached for the doorknob and turned, but the knob wouldn’t budge, locked into place. Feeling the tension in his hand brought a small smile to his face—he saw the locked door as a good sign. Knocking on the door, Butch gave a small message as he focused on the door, “Mimi is my little bunny rabbit.”

Immediately after, he could hear footsteps shuffling across the carpeting in the room. Bolts and hinges began unlocking, the door slowly opening once the last bolt was undone. With her head popping out from the small opening, Butch saw the warm, brown eyes of his wife meet his.

Amilia’s voice was still trembling with fright as she spoke, “Is the house clear?”

Butch gave a firm nod, “All clear.”

Wasting no time, Amilia threw the door open all the way and ran straight into Butch’s chest, grabbing onto him with the tightest hug she’s ever given.

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100 Word Story – Annual Check-up (Finale)

I stepped out of the clinic, using my hand to block the sun from getting in my eyes. The crisp air filled my lungs as I walked towards the train station, wanting to go home.

I blended into the early afternoon rush crowd, swiping my card to get through the turnstile. I saw my train approaching the platform and I weaved through everybody to grab a seat for my long ride home.

As I rocked with the motion of the train, I got an email on my phone: “Don’t forget to schedule your appointment for next year.”

“… Adulting sucks.”

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100 Word Story – Annual Check-up (Part Four)

I kept looking at the bandage on my upper arm, a growing warmth and itchiness taking over on the injection site. I tried my best to scratch through the soft padding of the bandage, “Damn, this sucks. Now I’m gonna be sore for the next two days.”

With the doctor gone, I picked up my bag and headed through the waiting area. As I walked down the hallway, I caught a glance of the blonde young woman again as she passed by; she was shaking, holding a paper in her hands.

Must have tested positive. Feel kinda bad for her.

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Legends of the Dark – Home Improvement (Part Two)

From the quick walk-though, I was already mentally calculating all of the expenses and amount of time it would be before this house project would be complete. I could hear the floorboard squeaking beneath my boots with every step–this home improvement would be worth the wait.

When I got to the second floor, I noticed a hatch in the ceiling. Darren and I didn’t see it before, nor did the realtor mention it at all. What the hell was it doing here and what could possibly be up there?

And more importantly, who the hell was running around up there while this house was being worked on?

Part of me wondered if this was intentionally left out and hidden, possibly hiding some kind of secret.

I paused for a moment, waiting to hear something from Darren. His voice didn’t call out for a minute or so.

I called out again. No answer.

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100 Word Story – Annual Check-up (Part Three)

“Everything’s normal—weight, heart rate, height, blood pressure—it’s all good.”

I gave the doctor a slight nod and smiled, “That’s good to hear.”

The doctor smiled back, looking up from her computer monitor, “Any issues you’ve been having? Any pain, symptoms of illness, soreness?”

“No, nothing.”

“That’s good.” The doctor looked at her monitor again, reading off my medical records. “Looks like you’re due for a flu shot. Want to get one now?”

My heart beat instantly soared at hearing about that, the horrors of needles burned in my memories. However, my mouth spoke lies, “Sure, let’s do it.”

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100 Word Story – Annual Check-up (Part Two)

The blonde young woman next to me tried to start a conversation even though I was clearly not interested in talking, “Hey, hey. Four-Eyes!”

Annoyed, I decided to play along in the hope that she would subside. I closed my book and looked at her, replying, “What?”

“What cha here for?”

“Just a yearly physical, making sure I’m in good shape.”

Her eyes widened and shimmered with surprise, “Lucky! I’m here to get tested.”

The sound of her being tested grabbed my attention, “Tested? For what?”

“Chlamydia. My boyfriend got it, and I know it wasn’t from me.”

The fuck?!

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