Jokers girl

Late visitor

BANG

 I looked around and his under the table. I waited for 5 minutes but heard nothing and came out.

I wasn't going to do the stupid this they do it horror movies. The dumb blonde will go "hello?" Then say it again louder hoping the intruder will come out quietly and have a nice convosation. No. I went to my microwave, reheated the food and went to the dinner table. It can't have been my flat, there are 200 others in the same building. I brought out my food whilst staring at it so it didn't spill. I looked to where I was going to place it: 

Hands stung down by the side of the chair, body slouching in the chair. The hands were painted white but the white was fading. He had long smart trousers on and a green shirt with hexagons on it. He had a yellowy tie and a purple waistcoat. His hairy arms were bare and swinging down. He looked up at me and smiled. "Hi" his face was vaguely painted white with black badly painted around his eyes. He was smiling, but his smile was smaller than the big red smile painted to his cheeks. His hair was to his neck and was longer than the stereotypical man hair, but was wavy and green with brown roots still showing. It was the joker. 

I dropped my microwaved meal and backed away to my kitchen. I grabbed the knife from the kitchen, the most biggest and sharpest one and ran at him. This was the man who nearly killer me by knocking down Wayne tower. He put his hand up to block the knife. "Whoa, wait a minute, all I said was hi?" 

I looked to the door, terrified. "You can run if you really want to, but I'm not here to hurt you?" He said and started mumbling to himself. I put the knife lower opposite his chest and said very slowly.

"What are you doing in my house?"

He laughed and looked around. "Well, I wouldn't really call this a house, would you?" 

I'd had enough. I grabbed his shoulders and pushed him against the wall and asked him again. "What the HELL are you doing in my FLAT?" He looked around again and hen straight into my eyes.

"I thought I might stay for dinner" and than smiled. "But seeing as it's all on the floor I might explain. I saw you. I saw you falling down with Wayne tower, and might I say you, you are the most prettiest woman I have ever seen." I loosened my grip a fraction. "You see, I know you better than anyone really." He smiled at me and I let go and stepped back. 

"How the Hell do you know me?" I said. 

"Well, I know I made you fall, I know that your name is Rochelle Beethay and you are 22 years old. I know you went to university and studied economics. I know that you don't like your mother and will avoid most contact with her. I know when you wake up, you go for a run, feed Ronald, watch 7 minutes of the news, have a tea and go to work. At 6:30. But you are always late because you sometimes over sleep. You see, I know? I know you and I like that," he said as I ran forward again with the knife. He leaned more back in my chair and put his legs up on the table and his arms behind his head. "Well, I know you better than anyone really?" I looked down.

He was right, I didn't really have any friends and the only friend I did have visited me twice a month. I completely blocked my mother after my dad died 2 years ago. My only true friend was a British bulldog called Ronald who I talked to as if he were human. I have never had a boyfriend, unless you count one I had in grade 6 whom I went out with for a dare. I had lost all contacts with anybody. Everybody hates me at work. Was he right? Or was this a scheme to get inside my head? He didn't look like he wanted to hurt me at all? 

I looked to the front door and saw a purple trenchcoat hanging there. I walked over there and as soon as I moved, he got up. I grabbed the coat by the shoulders, headed for the joker and rammed into him, pushing him towards the exit. 

"Thank you Mr joker, I really appreciate your time but you really must go now because you are a supervillain who should have no connection with me." And breathe. I said all in one go not looking him in the eye. I slammed the door on him and I saw the letter box open.

"Well, if you want to reconsider, I will give you my card." The letter box closed and a joker card from a pack of cards slipped through, nothing on it. 🃏🃏