Unintentional Compact disc

Chapter 3- First day

How are ya'll doing?
Online classes suck up 80% of my energy.

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Unintentional Compact Disc-
Chapter 3

I hastily picked the fallen bags and rang the bell of the flat next door. After shifting, I hadn't really met anyone.

The door creaked open, and the lady on the other side held her hand on the door as though she wanted to prevent it from opening any further. She kept staring at me in silence.

"Hello ma'am," I waved. "My name is Elizabeth. I am new to this area. I hope my ringing hasn't inconvenienced you?" I smiled back at the woman who looked like she was in her thirties or forties. Her skin was dark and her eyes a shining black. An apron hung around her neck, I could almost taste the aroma that left through the door gap.

The woman showed nothing, but soon a beautiful smile spread across her face. The dimples on her cheeks told of a woman who gave away smiles like they were wishes.

"Hello Elizabeth," She opened the door wide open, welcoming me in. "Turns out you are not a ghost after all. Seeing you drenched made me think about that for a minute." She laughed, "My name is Bethany, just call me Beth."

"I am curious, what's with the ghost? Even the children said the same thing."

"Oh," she waved her hand dismissively. "Forget about those kids, they've been going on and on with that for months."

"They mentioned about someone dying." I put forward.

"Right," she lowered her head and grimaced remembering an old memory. I was about to apologize assuming I was overstepping some boundaries but she added before I could, "The poor fellow that used to live next door hung himself. God have mercy on his soul. "

A shiver ran down me. I know. He was a living breathing human just like me. But a dead body... murder... suicide... that's something I may never feel comfortable with.

"Anyway, enough with the sob story. Now, what happened has happened and there is nothing we can do for the man anymore." She rushed into the kitchen and bought a small container with her.

"Home-made cake." She smiled. "Don't bother refusing. From now on you're under ma care and I can't have any man refuse your looks."

I chuckled and saluted, "yes ma'am."

Beth closed the door behind me as soon as I left.

I took a second glance at my apartment, and somehow it looked different. It wasn't the same brown tiles and brown sofa anymore. They were now stories of once upon a time.

If you change the way you look at things, the things you look at change.
-Wayner Dyer

Walking in I pushed open all the windows and switched on every bulb I could find.

I grabbed some clothes and started the water heater before changing out of my wet clothes. I reached for the tap and bent down towards the sink to splash some water on my face.

When my gaze fell on the mirror a cold shiver ran down me. I screamed and unknowingly a tear crept down my face.

Mr. Johnson, I'm sorry.