Horror 100 Volume 2

Leather Brown Boots

Early Sunday Morning

I was blowing gently on my steaming hot coffee. I took a little sip realizing that it was still too hot to drink so I sat it back on my study table next to a pile of undone homework which I really needed to finish in order to graduate college. I was scrolling down on a list of available apartments on craigslist, trying to find the cheapest one and one that's close to my University. I know I should be doing homework right now since I have one due tomorrow but I couldn't. Too many distractions. My roommate would often bring a guy in our room or sounds of partying in other rooms were too loud and too inviting. I wanted to to go to those parties but I know I have a lot of school shit to do. The walls on this dorm are too thin, I could clearly hear somebody having sex in the next room, kind of disturbing that's why it brought me me to craigslist. After what seem like an eternity of searching I came across this room for rent, it was within my tight budget and just a couple blocks away from my school, a perfect walking distance but the only catch was, it was one of those houses where you can rent a room not an apartment. The description say's theirs only woman living their, which was the house owner. But I hated the thought of living with somebody who's a complete stranger to me, especially getting a little bit paranoid after watching that movie "The roommate", it's about these two roommates and it seemed normal at first but what one of them didn't know that the other one was mentally ill and loved to kill. I shook the thought out of my head and before making any further decisions I thought of maybe meeting this woman, and so I did.

Days passed and now im carrying boxes up to my new room. It was nice and cozy and it had a very girly vintage theme to it just the way I liked it. Mrs. Parkins was behind me, helping me carry my things into the room. She was very nice about 70 years old. I didn't really feel the need to ask her how old she was but I know she's around that age. The first day I met her we talked for a long time, and we had tea. Although she was a complete stranger to me but being around her made me feel safe, she's like a grandmother I never had. Both my grandmother from both my mom and dad's side died before I was born so I didn't have that caring grandmother to bake cookies with or one that would knit me a sweater when winter is coming up. She also seemed like she really cared about me, she acts as if I were a granddaughter of her's who she had never seen in years, her smile greets me with a "home sweet home" feeling.

'So that's the last of your stuff dear, do you want anything to eat honey?' She said sweetly.

'No thanks Mrs. Parkins im full.'

'Well alright just call me if you need anything.' She smiled and head back out of the room till she paused and looked back at me, she didnt say anything, then her head turned to the old ragged looking closet across my bed, she looked at it for a while then back at me, still no word came out of her mouth. Her expression was scared but also kind of nervous, her eyes were wide and wild with a hint of concern. In my head, for a second, I thought this was a bad idea, what if she's a lunatic!? What if she would come into my room at night knowing that I cant lock my door because the lock is broken, and what if she would tie me up and sacrifice me or some shit like that. Finally she spoke.

'DONT EVER OPEN THAT CLOSET' she said in a demanding tone with the same expression in her face.

Whats the point? Its locked in chains anyway. But of course I didn't say that to her but the sight of chains and a big lock on the closet doors kind of gave me the creep. But I already knew that she once had a daughter, a little girl who's room im staying in used to be her's until she left. She didn't explain why. But I wanted to ask why but when she was talking about her daughter their was just sadness in her voice and in her face, a hopeless kind of sadness the one that wishes for what's ever that's gone to come back again. So I came to an understanding, that maybe her daughter ran away or was just gone. Kidnapped maybe, even died so I didn't bother to ask. I told myself that maybe her daughters things, valuable items that belonged to this girl was stored in their. Things that had deep sentimental value to this old woman. I can tell she really loved her daughter because the room was filled with pictures of her and some were of her with a younger Mrs. Parkins and a man, who Im sure is Mr. Parkins. The room also looked like its been untouched for years, but it looked really clean. Dolls and toys filled the room, it didn't even look organized. It looked liked some little girl was just playing tea party and left for a quick potty break.