I barely know how much time has passed since I've been going in and out of these holes, going from one world and back to my apartment for some rest and to regain my strength. Sometimes, after someone dies and I go back, I'm in a new world. But now, even my apartment isn't safe from those... things. Those ghosts. It seems now my clock has been going off on it's own, the TV will be turned on but only snow will be there, there are cracks in the walls, and my windows keep trying to open themselves only to slam back down with a harsh noise.
But I guess I should start from the beginning, even though I don't even believe it myself. Not even the world that I go into would believe this. Even if I got out of this alive, tried telling somebody, they'd probably just think I'm crazy and send me off to some mental hospital. Either that or kill me to 'put me out of my misery.' Talking about it would probably be easier, might help me let off some steam.
I moved into South Ashfeild Heights apartments 2 years ago, I remember it clearly because it was my first time being on my own - more than a few miles away from my parents at least. It's something I can never forget...
Henry stepped slowly up the stairs, boxes stacked high with pictures, clothing, camera supplies, and everything else he brought to start off his new life. He didn't bring much, just the essentials and what he needed for his job. He walked over to his room, room 302 to be exact. Balancing the boxes in one arm, he took hold of the doornob with his freehand only to find that it was locked. He let a frustrated sigh, then began fumbling around in his pocket for the room key. He vaguely heard someone from a nearby room open their door, but he didn't pay much attention. He was too busy trying to find his key.
All the while he was doing that, the boxes slowly began to tip over. Before he could notice, the boxes had already come crashing down onto the hallway floor the weight of the boxes pulling him down with them, forcing him to let a short cry of distress before he hit the floor.
"Whoa! Hey, are you alright?" A womans voice called over and hurried footsteps came to Henry's side. Henry looked up to see a woman with short brown hair and piercing bright green eyes. He stared for a moment before nodded.
"Y-Yeah. Just lost my balance...," he laughed nervously before standing up with the help of the stranger. She picked up a couple of the boxes while Henry got the rest.
"Do you need some help? You look like you've got quite a bit of stuff, and I've got some freetime," she offered, a polite smile forming over her face.
"Yeah, sure. That'd be great," Henry smiled back, he fumbled around in his pocket once more before finally grabbing his key and unlocking the door. He pushed the door open, holding it open for the woman.
"Where should I set these?"
"On the counter is fine."
The two got the rest of the boxes not really saying much, not even asking eachothers names really. After they'd got the last box, the woman began to leave the room, but before she did she turned around.
"But the way, my name is Eileen Galvin. Room 303."
"Oh... uh... Henry Townshend. 302, obviously," Henry laughed nervously. He could feel his cheeks heating up from embarrassment.
"Well, Henry. If you need anymore help, I'm just a room away," and with that she left.
All for right now. I've actually got a lot already up for this story, but I figured posting it all at once would be too much.
Until next time!
-KoD
