id (Part 3)
The most unorthodox of stories continues.
“Hey,” Sam nudged the sleeping Alesha with his foot, “Wake up.”
“Wha-what?” Alesha groaned, she was never much of a morning person. Even if it was 2 o'clock in the afternoon.
“I was just reading some of your stories here.” Sam waved around a hand full of papers.
“Oh yeah?” She rubbed her eyes, “What did you think?”
“Well... they're very undescriptive...”
“Yeah.”
“In fact, most of these stories seem to be heavily based around simple dialogue...”
“Yeah.”
“...Just a basic back and forth between a couple of characters...”
“Yeah.”
“And Jesus H Christ, you swear a lot in these things!”
“Fuck yeah!”
Sam frowned, “It's hard to believe anyone would actually read this stuff...”
Alesha shrugged, remaining surprisingly unhurt by Sam's honesty, and reached into the fridge. “I'm not a world class writer, I'm still pretty much just a kid, what can you expect?”
Sam too shrugged and shared her interest in the fridge.
“All I can do is improve, hey?” Alesha continued, “Yeeeah there's not much point looking in there, I have nothing.”
“I should have guessed,” Sam laughed. “Going to get any more furniture any time soon?”
“I think next on the list is a TV.”
“Really?” Sam folded his arms, “That is a bigger priority than a bed?!”
“Well I'm guessing I'll see you around, probably on some street at night.” Sam joked as he backed out of the front door.
“Yeah sure,” Alesha smiled, “Thanks for everything!”
She waved for a while before shutting the door and wondering into the bathroom.
“Oh my god!” She squealed as she faced an unknown gentleman sat on her toilet.
“Oh jeez, oh I'm sorry, what a terrible time to walk in on me, I was ju-”
“Who are you?! What are you doing here?!”
“Well I'm taking a shit.... but, the name's Robert.”
Alesha covered her eyes with her hand, “Okay Robert, if you're here to steal stuff, you chose the wrong house!”
“No, no, not at all!” The man winced as he let out god knows what, “I've just come bearing a warning. You own this place now, right?”
Alesha nodded, uncertain of the man's motives.
“Well... I advise you to get the fuck out now!”
Alesha paused before waving her finger at him, “You're the one who spoke to me yesterday morning?!”
“What?”
“I knew I wasn't going crazy!” She sighed in relief, “It's just a crazy person in my house!”
“Hey, hey, I'm not crazy!”
“Really?” Alesha gestured to Robert's current predicament.
“Alright,” he shrugged. “I'll give you that, but I wasn't here yesterday!”
“You weren't?” Alesha bit her bottom lip and crossed her arms.
“No! I was in Belgium!”
“In Belgium?”
“Yes, Belgium!”
“...Well what the hell were you doing in Belgium?!”
“Looking around, eating sprouts, I dunno! What the hell are you doing in a house without a TV!”
“Okay, okay, fine! Just tell me why I so urgently need to leave my house before I kick you out!”
Robert lifted his trousers up and moved closer to the girl. “I'm the guy.”
Alesha noticed his eyes had turned suitably crazy.
“The guy who saw the Wizard!”
“Really? So the rumors-”
“All true! I'm not crazy, I'm afraid I might have cursed this place, I checked with the last owner and she said she saw some crazy ass shit too!”
“A giant elephant by any chance?” Alesha raised an eyebrow.
“Yes! Exactly!” Robert exclaimed, “Have you seen anything freaky since you moved in?”
“Well the house talked to me yesterday morning...”
“Well there you go then! Go! Leave!”
“Hey wait,” she pointed directly between his eyes, “You're the guy who sold me a squirrel last night!”
“Oh yeah!” He clapped his hands in ridiculous delight, “How is little Ronnie doing, anyway?”
Alesha froze.
“Oh god, no! Ronnie!” Robert stormed out of the bathroom, “You know what fuck you! Enjoy living in your haunted house!”
“Wait!” Alesha hurriedly followed him down the hall but couldn't keep up, he was long gone.
She later found herself back in the corner of her living room again, thinking about the strange encounter. How could someone come from having a wizard who'd grant their every wish to selling squirrels on the street corner? And, furthermore, why did she believe him?
She stared back in to the white blank wall. Why would a wizard be considered a curse? And had her house actually spoken to her the day before?
She continued to stare in to the white blank wall before reaching for a suitably white blank piece of paper.
She wrote down seven little words;
'There Was a Wizard In My Room.'
Comments
Strange
Things keep being thrown Alesha's way. Alesha needs to start thinking and find a way to turn things to her advantage :)
Everything has an achille's heel - she just needs to find this house's weakness.
Sephrena
Or
Perhaps find this house`s mind.
A long talk with the house my perhaps be good for both.