Danny slumped on the stool, staring at the wall. His greasy black hair fell into his eye when his vision panned to the radiator, which was groaning as if injured. Danny didn't bother to move the hair from his eyes as he glanced at the clock on the dirty stovetop, flashing at eleven seventeen, as it had been for the past two weeks and four days. Danny blinked at it, glancing back at the radiator. It still croaked as if dying, and Danny, thoroughly disinterested with the turn of events, stood, and turned to the refrigerator next to the filthy stove, and opened it, searching for a drink.
"Where the fuck did the vodka go?" he asked himself, pushing a month old head of cabbage to the side of the chilled shelf, the cabbage tumbling off said shelf onto the floor.
"Shit."
As Danny picked up said fetid vegetable, a woman's voice started singing.
"In Heaven
Everything is fine,
In Heaven
Everything is fine."
Danny turned to look at the once wheezing radiator, which had strangely fallen silent. On top of it, there was a little woman, singing, with grotesquely bulging cheeks. She looks like a chipmunk, Danny mused, not really caring that
a misshapen little woman was singing on his radiator. He turned back to the fridge to continue his search.
"In Heaven
Everything is fine,
You got your good thing,
And I've got mine"
Finding no alcohol, Danny closed the refrigerator door, frowning. He fixed his gaze on the still silent radiator and the lady sitting on it, not singing, who was now staring at him intently.
"What."
The Lady in the Radiator did not answer his query, but started singing again.
"In Heaven
Everything is fine,
In Heaven
Everything is fine."
"Yeah, I heard your weird little song. What do you want, and how did you get in my apartment?", he said, eying the still closed and locked front door suspiciously.
"In Heaven
Everything is fine,
You got your good thing,
And I've got mine"
"For fuck's sake, I heard you, now what do you want?", he pleaded, looking at her exhaustedly. She still said nothing, but slowly rose into the air, like some kind of deformed fairy, flew to the door, and passed through it.
Danny stared at the door, startled.
"Ghosts? I haven't seen a ghost in five years. Not since-", Danny cut himself off, avoiding the unpleasant memories. Instead, he got up, walked to the door, and followed the ephemeral Lady in the Radiator.