Story Scenarios

Mischief Next Door

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I glare at my computer like it personally offended me. In many ways, it has. I've been trying to find graphs of relevant topic of food irradiation for my physics assignment, but it has come up with nothing.

I groan and stand up, deciding to take a break. I could feel my frustration levels rising and I did not want to break my computer screen.

I walked over to my mini-fridge and opened it. I peeked inside and grabbed a can of coke that I had stacked in a box. I pulled it out and cracked it open, releasing the built-in carbon of the drink.

I raised my foot up and kicked the open door close. I waddled towards my cupboard and grabbed a packet of chips. I chucked over to the coach then took a sip of my drink.

*Boom*

Clanging of metallic material reverberated from the neighbouring unit into mine. The noise felt like it was stabbing my ear drums and I covered them.

I heard some swears coming from then and more things smashed onto the ground. I could hear glass shattering and knocks that reminded me of dominos being knocked over kept shuddering through the thin metal walls.

After the erupting noise settled, I cautiously looked up and over to the wall over that connected me with my neighbours. I blinked in surprise; they were quite a noisy bunch but what was that?

"What in living hell?" I muttered under my breath. I debated on if I should do anything about it.

It was clear to me that they were dangerous people. From the things I listened into late at night when the three or four of them argued. Living in a storage unit definitely isn't a good sign either. Not that I can say much but my excuse is that I would be homeless if I didn't, technically.

I have no clue what that explosion was, and I'm scared to indulge into the reason why it was created. To be fair, multiple things could have happened but like I previously established, I was wary.

But my common senses had to know if they were seriously hurt. If they had done something to place themselves into critical condition, I need to step in.

But it didn't mean I was happy about it.
I didn't want to be a hero to some thugs next door, but my curiosity was peaking. So, I walked towards the door and lifted it up, the rungs clattering so if my neighbours were paying attention, they would have heard me. The sun was setting, and it was pretty close to being dark so it would make things harder for me to see.

I looked left, my eyes going to the adjacent unit. Immediately I noticed the door had popped up and it seemed to have bent forward so it couldn't close properly. But the odd detail was the lumpy pink liquid splattered from underneath the door.

It was confusing at what it was. So, I walked closer to view it better of the pink substance. It had a type of shine, certain areas gleamed like it had glitter, but I couldn't see any. I bent down towards it and reached my finger towards it. But something stopped me. When my finger grew close, I felt if I was pushing on some invisible gas. It felt dense and it caught me by surprise. I lifted my finger back up towards me and got back on my two feet. Curiously I pulled the finger up that I was planning to touch the liquid with and sniffed it.

It smelled like clay but somehow seemed rotten. I didn't know how to explain it, but it smelled as if it had expired which didn't make any sense. I didn't even know if clay could expire, and it didn't make much sense to me if it could.

Using common sense and judgement, I intelligently made the decision to not touch the unknown liquid. Wow really a moment of genius by me I sarcastically thought. I maneuvered around the pink stuff towards and in front of the blown open door. I grabbed it with my hands and pulled it up. There was a bit of a struggle, probably because the door was broken but I managed to push it up.

Smoke puffed out of the small storage unit. I squinted my eyes and covered my mouth before attempting to fan the smoke away. I peered inside the room after brushing away the smoke. The room was dark, and it seemed that a lot of things had been broken. I could see that shattered fragments of glass laid on the ground. Other things were also broken, and I could see liquids also spilled everywhere. But I couldn't tell what they were as most of the room was pitch black.

It was deathly quiet, not the same as the moans and shouts I heard before opening my door. They may be trying to avoid me. That's fine but I still wanted to know if they were okay. I cleared my throat and continued to scan. I then saw something thin and long that was behind a table or bench curl up and hide fully behind it. My eyes stayed there as I opened my mouth to speak.

"Uh hey, are you guys okay in here?" I asked. Some shuffling and grunts emanated from the room, and I located the noises from behind the table where I saw the long object curl and hide. I could hear whispers with one of them trying to shush them.

Then a loud bang rung from around the room and then a gruff voice spoke.

"Get out! We're fine, don't make me go there and pummel ya!" they grunted. It seemed like the man who yelled at me was in pain, but I wasn't going to deny his request of leaving. They were obviously suspicious people so if bad things happened, I wanted no part of it.

"Alright, just as long as you're not dying," I say nonchalantly, trying to make it seem as if I didn't care. What was happening right now definitely was interesting and billions of questions zoomed into my head. But I didn't want to get caught in a dangerous situation just because I was intrigued.

So, I took a step back and reached up for the door. I pulled it down, it being loud because the force I had to use to jiggle it down. I pulled it closed and was about to leave, but I noticed a vile. It contained the same liquid that was lying on the ground just outside of the unit. Debating on whether or not I should do it, I remembered that I put a microscope away in a box, so it didn't use up space when I decided to make the unit my knew home.

So, I swiped the vile and stood up, making my way back to my unit. I stared at the substance in the vile and moved it up and down the glass tube. It seemed to be two different things. A light residue that slipped out of a much heavier pink liquid that ran like honey. With one hand, I opened my door and walked in behind it. I shut the door behind me before looking around my unit.

"Now where did I leave that microscope?"