For those of you who have been reading my story, Obsessing Over Sacraments, this is what was running through my head at the time. Hope you enjoy!
Walter opened his eyes blearily, wondering what could have woke him from his slumber. He moved his stiff corpse like body, trying to stand after months of not moving. He moved away from the alter where he had been resting. It was then that he realized what had woken him up.
'Some one is inside Mother!'
He could hear voices. They were dulled by the wall, but they were there none the less. Walter crept closer to the wall and pressed his ear to a small hole he made to spy on Joseph previously.
"There's furniture still here from the previous owner. He left all of his belongings. He was a weird guy but we've cleaned up a lot of it since then." Walter recognized the voice. It was Frank. He was obviously talking to someone who was a new renter.
"I won't let them be here. I must get them out." Walter muttered to himself.
"So, as you can see, it has a great view. You can see all of downtown Ashfield. The subway is just a stone's throw away." Frank may have been trying to be professional, but there was a small hint of fear in his tone. "What do you think Mr...Uh."
"Townshend." The voice belonged to a man, but it was rather quiet as if he was shy.
Walter's ears perked up at that. 'It couldn't be...Could it?' Without hesitation he shifted his body, making it vaporize into shadow, and he spread himself throughout the apartment. He could see Frank talking to a man in the living room. He had light brown hair and he was wearing a black button up shirt, with matching black slacks. He wasn't wearing a tie like that Richard fellow, but he still made an impressive cut.
"Right Mr. Townshend. Sorry. My memory is getting worse and worse with age." Frank said laughing lightly.
"That's all right. And you can call me Henry. Everyone calls my father Mr. Townshend."
"All right then. So, Henry...What do you think of this place?"
Walter couldn't believe his luck. He was prepared to hunt down Henry when he had all of the other sacraments killed, but instead, Henry had shown up at his door step. He was literatlly handing himself over to Walter on a silver platter.
'My you have grown into such a handsome young man. This moment is beautiful really. You must stay here Reciever. This is where you will die. The final resting place for you will be here, with Mother.'
"Well, I'm not sure right now. I kind of liked the room downstairs."
"So you want the one down stairs?"
"Yeah. I think so." Henry started heading towards the door.
'No! I won't let you!' Walter used his newly aquired spiritual powers in order to reach into Henry's mind. He softly twisted with his thoughts, silently pesuading Henry to stay in this room. And it worked.
"On second thought Mr. Sunderland, I think I'll take this room. I like this one better."
Frank's face flashed puzzlement briefly before he schooled it to show enthusiasm. "Well then let's get the paper work started then, shall we?"
The two of them left, leaving Walter with a feeling of elation.
Luck was defnantly in his favor. Walter had always had a sense of knowing how to get what he wanted. And it was Henry he had his eyes on now.
Probably lame I know. Well goodnight and let me know what you think! Thank you!