Sallyface, Chapter 6

Chapter 6

I sit on the old concrete steps of Addison apartments as I read a newspaper from last week. The heading reads, 'Sal Fisher accused of the Murders of Addison Apartments,' I sigh. "Hey, Faggot!" a voice calls out to me. I look up to see a man with blond hair wearing a purple hoodie with two light purple strips near the top. His jeans were worn and tearing near the knees as a purple bruise shown threw the tears. "Hey, Travis," I answer as I resume my reading. "What are you doing here?" Travis ask sitting next to me on the steps, "You know this place is now abandoned, right." I nod, "I'm going to try and attempt to talk to Sal," Travis shoots up. "Are you crazy?!" "What, you don't want to say hi to your high school crush," I smirk. Travis glares at me, "Sorry." I close the paper setting it down beside me.

I stand up facing the apartments then back at the paper on the step. "I know it's not his fault, he didn't want to kill them," I turn to Travis, "We need to talk to him." "We? No, no, no, you mean you, I'm not in this," he disagrees, backing up.

I roll my eyes, "I know you're going to follow me anyway, so let's just go." I grab
my backpack off the steps and the newspaper before reaching into my pocket and pulling out a key. I swing my backpack over my shoulder, folding up the paper. I insert the key, I paus, "You're not going to stop me?" Travis stays silent. I huff in triumph as I turn the key, swinging the door open to reveal a dark hallway.

The room had a table next to mailbox's in the wall. A trash and recycling bin rests under the table. A board with paper pinned to it hung next to the mailbox's. We continue forward to see the first door. '103' it had a mail slot? A name was imprinted into it, 'Terrence Addison.' "Terrence, owned Addison apartments. I heard that he never came out of his room and that he sold tea, I believe." I explain grabbing the handle and slowly opening it.

CLANK

The door was lock. I pout as I could not continue my investigation into Mr. Addison's room. I let go of the door walking to the next door. "H-Hey! Don't leave me alone!" Travis quickly jogs up to me. I smirk as I try to open the next door.

CLANK

Th same metallic sound rang out, locked really? I sigh, "Can I ask," Travis starts, "Why you are doing this?" "To find the truth. Yes, Sal killed them but he was forced, I know it," I state as I walk past an elevator and to the next door. Travis stays silent, "Then I'll help," Travis exclaims grabbing the door handle swinging it open.

Travis took a step into the dark room, nothing. I walk in behind him to only see darkness. What the hell, I say in my head. "Can you see anything?" Travis asks trying to help his eyes adjust to the darkness. I reach into my backpack pulling out a black flashlight. I flick the flashlight on panning it around the room.

A room with green carpet and yellow wallpaper slowly peeling off the walls. A red substance stained the carpet in front of the door, is this... blood? I shook it off, as we walk further into the apartment. The light fell over a old mirror covered in dust, it's been like a week since the murders happened why is there dust. Reaching my hand up I brush the dust aside, just a normal mirror. I look at myself, my blue hair being Illuminated by the light in Travis's hand behind me. My red and black striped sweater was covered in dust and so were my jeans, I sighed, "Hey, Phillip," I glance at Travis in the mirror, "Ya, What up?" "What are we looking for?" Travis asks. I stay quiet, what am I looking for? "Phillip?" Travis snaps me out of my thoughts, "Huh? Uh, I don't really know." I continue to stare at myself, something felt....off. "HUH?? You don't know!! Well then why don't we go look for a ghost in an abandoned apartment.. LITERALLY!!" Travis yells flailing his arms around.

I sigh, "Come on, let's keep exploring," I broke eye contact with my reflection walking to the door. I turn back to see the shadow of Travis frowning back at me, I laugh, "What the hell you laughin' at?!?!" He yells, I laugh harder. "I'm sorry," I laugh out almost crying. Travis has dust covering his face but the light was only illuminating what looked like a mustache and beard. I couldn't stop myself from laughing. The flashlight didn't illuminate something stopping my laughter, a shadow. A shadow was behind Travis just standing there. "Travis," "What!" Travis angrily responded. "Quickly walk over here," I pointed to the hall still eyeing the shadow. Travis raised an eyebrow but began walking towards me before noticing I wasn't looking at him. "What are you looking at?" Travis was half way to the door as he turned behind him, "There's nothing there." I looked back at where the shadow stood... it's gone. "Hey, idiot, you good?" Travis waved his hand in front of my face grabbing my attention. "Ah, uh, sorry. Come on let's go to the next room," I quickly respond shacking the feeling that I'm missing something off. Travis huffed following after me, "What the hell did u even see anyway?" He asked shaving his hands in his pockets scuffing his feet across the ground.

The next door is locked, I grunt, "Why are they all locked?" Travis shrugs, "Who knows, maybe they forgot to close 'em." We saunter to the elevator pressing the button. "I don't think the power is running-" Travis was cut off by the sound of the elevator doors opening. Travis stares wide eyed, "I guess it is," I shrug. I step forward into the elevator turning back to Travis, "What? Are you scared?" I mook. His face becomes red, "Eh, No! I just, Uhg!"Travis gives up stomping into the elevator. "Careful there, you might kill us with all that stomping," "Good! I hope I do!" I laugh knowing he doesn't mean that.

I reach over to the control panel pressing the '2' button. The elevator began to climb...

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I finished this on New Year's Day so welcome to 2020 everyone, hope you're having a great New Years. Thank you for reading