||THE GHOST TRAIN|| 18+

First Day

It bugged me so much that I was never going to see him again. All I had left of him was a friggin toothbrush- which was ridiculous. 

Nothing much had happened for the rest of the day. Not even tomorrow. I took a bus to visit my workplace from beforehand so that I could be more affiliated with how I was gonna go and come from that location. It was not that far but it wasnt like I was gonna stay at the hotel forever. I spent my entire stay, researching some small apartments around the JJS Co. building. The thing was, the area was posh and so was the residential complexes around it. Somehow, I got in contact with an old lady who was willing to rent out her apartment if in turn I took care of her. The rent was sweet- it was almost nil. Apparently her children had left her to lead a better life in abroad, I guess her retirement plans were in the mush. I visited her the day before I was supposed to start hustling, just so that I know she wasnt a bitch with a bad attitude who wanted to break me. Well... she did seem pretty fragile and helpless; she explained what I had to do and that was basically feed her medicine on time, do groceries, cook (she was gonna teach me her ways) and other small help she might need. After some negotiation, she didnt charge rent- so yay. I was surprised she didnt have a dog to protect her. Not even a cat.

It was almost evening time and I was done shifting most of my bags into her apartment. It wasnt bad but- the building looked at least hundred years old without proper painting. It was absolutely depressing but hey- no rent. I could move out any time. I had my own room and I was free to roam around, I was allowed everywhere, I could use anything, even her utensils. Her room was right next to me and the walls were very thin, I could hear every little noise she made while she was doing nothing in their. 

I am lucky this time. As a person that had bad luck follow her around all the time, I was very lucky.

The rooms were pretty nice, just some walls chipping off. Everything was furnished, the layer of forgotten on dirt on them wouldnt be a problem. The old lady smiled and told me that its been a long time since this apartment was touched by some young blood- horrible wording but I got it I guess. It felt like a start to a horror movie. I was in no position to complain though. I went back to the hotel to spend the rest of my paid time and then came back early in the morning with the rest of my bags.

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She ordered me to make breakfast, bread and scrambled eggs for me and a glass of milk, some pills and chopped cucumber for her. I didnt question it, it was all written on a food chart slapped on the kitchen door with some hospital logo on it.

"Who used to cook for you before?" I asked curiously.

"The maid," came a quiet reply. She continued knitting while rocking her chair, humming an old tune in the living room.

"What happened to her? You let her go?"

"She passed away."

"Oh." 

I finished transferring the food from the pan to her special medical plate and walked towards her. She had a distinct frown on her face.

"......she stole.........." she began mumbling angrily.

I served her breakfast to shut her up and rushed to my room to change.

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I didnt necessarily know what to wear, especially on my first day. I know the answer is simple: formal clothes. But when do I draw the line between formal and a bit too informal. I'm a receptionist, I know I said it for the millionth time. Yesterday, when I emailed them about my arrival, I got a simple autogenerated welcome message that couldnt be replied to.