The Tour

Peripeteia 2

Peripeteia
(n.) a sudden or unexpected reversal of circumstances; the point of no return.

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Wh-what the hell is happening?

The man from the bathroom is just staring at me like he I'm some kind of ghost, but I can't blame him since I'm doing the same thing to him.

This was the floor that the owner said [√]
This is the only room in the floor [√]
There is no room number, and the rooms are in one floor each and this is the top most floor[√]
And this is the exact room in the photo from the internet [√]

...so why the hell is this guy here? And who the hell is he?

We have been staring at each other for too long, and my mind flew away somewhere... so when he suddenly moved a bit, I completely lost it.

"AHHHH!!!! STOP! STOP! STOP IT RIGHT THERE!", I shouted. My arms flinging like I was calling other people's, but who can blame me? I am practically panicking right now and I am certainly scared of what a stranger can do to me inside a small, good for one, apartment. But I can just face palm myself right now, noticing how he didn't even move forward, he just lifted his hand up (not knowing what he was supposed to do because I suddenly shouted at him)

Sound of crickets can be heard from miles away from the apartment, even a drop of a needle will be heard, it was complete silence after my panic. And no one dared to move an inch. Dangerously, my thoughts are going wild thinking: 'am I going to die? ', 'is this a prank? ', 'Is he going to rape me? ', 'is this a hostage? ', 'will he ask me for money?, 'is he homeless?', 'do fish drink', 'can Van Gogh still hear after he cut his ear?', etc.

I heard the man clear his throat, causing me to look at the man meters away infront me.

"W-w-who are you? ", he asked with uneasiness in his voice. I am speechless from the events happening and from his nice voice, 'cause... He sounds scared?

"My identity is none of your business. But who are you?", I asked back at him.

His face is covered by a black mask, his eyes can be barely seen due to his huge round spectacles, and his hair covered with a black baseball hat.

"No one", he said.

"Then leave. If you are no one, then you should not be here. I rented this place for myself and you must have been confused because this is not right", I bawled out. His face was blank (though I can only see his eyes and high nose bridge), and it irritated me very much.

"Leave!", I exclaim.

"No. The house b-belongs to me", he seems to be very not in himself. It seems like he's spacing out every second that passed through.

"Yah. do you want to be back to your senses?", I threatened while my hands formed into balls. But he doesn't look threatened tho.

"W-what?", he asked as his brows furrowed.

"I'm asking you to leave", I said with my hands on my hips.

"N-no". He somehow sounds pissed and nervous but stern all at the same time.

"Is that so? then why?", I challenged him. His eyes began to shake but he certainly looked pissed at me for acting high. I don't know myself on why I am acting like this too. But the situation can't even let me think straight. Who knows what this guy can do to me, so I must act tough infront of him though my inside is already panicking and screaming. I am surprised how he can handle stuff like this calmly on the outside. His emotions are detected verbally, but his actions doesn't show much as his voice does.