Edited by: a very lovely @jgfairytales
Can you love a serial killer?
No?
Why not?
How would you know they were a serial killer?
It could be your neighbor.
It could be your friend.
It could be your lover.
Do you actually know the people around you?
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March 6th, 2014
My bones cracked as I stretched. Being stuck in a position for hours makes me feel old. My heart leaped for joy as I stared at my just completed design. Hours invested in it certainly was not in vain.
Just then my stomach growled. Damn! I had forgotten to eat, again. "Sorry," I mumbled, patting my stomach. "I got carried away."
Time to put something into you. I patted my belly once again as I stood. My feet shuffled across the floor as I walked to the kitchen. Please let there be food. I swung the refrigerator door open. And there was no food.
I slammed the door shut. "Ouch!" I stuck my forefinger in my mouth and sucked on it. I slammed my finger when I shut the door forcefully, not knowing it was there.
I glanced at the wall clock; it was almost 8:00 p.m. I decided to dash to the store and purchase some groceries.
After I grabbed my keys and wallet, I headed for the door. I made a decision to walk. There was nothing I had to hurry home to do.
Pulling the hood over my head, I welcomed the cold air. The moon shone brighter than the morning star. As usual, few people were on the street. Sometimes, I think I have ghosts as neighbors, because I rarely see them.
Come to think of it, I have lived here for over three years and I could count the number of times I have come in contact with my neighbors. I only hope I'm not the ghost neighbor.
I could figuratively hear my neighbors whispering behind my back, saying all manner of things about me because they don't know me. But I don't care.
Anyway, the grocery store I decided to go to was the one about thirty minutes' walk from my house. Walking there served as a form of exercise for me. Especially since today was an office free day for me. I worked from home.
