Crazy Town

Human Organs

Allison's POV

I stand from my desk, pulling on my jacket and picking up my bag, I walk over to Mr Andrews' door a knock softly, 'come in' his voice calls out. I push the door open and step inside, offering him a polite smile, he glances up at me briefly before turning back to his computer, 'What do you want?' he asks, I ignore his rude tone, I'm used to it by now. 

'I'm just going out for my lunch break sir, do you need anything before I go?' I ask, even though he has Eleanor as his personal assistant to do things for him, Mr Andrews is very open about the favouritism, not that I blame him, she is his girlfriend after all, and he would get mad at me if I wasn't there to do something when he wanted me to do it, even though theoretically Eleanor could do it... whatever. 

'Take these, first class post' he says, picking up a few envelopes and holding them out, I shuffle into his office and to his desk, taking the envelopes from him. I turn and leave, closing his door behind me and heading into the elevator. I send Logan a text: going to be a few minutes late.

The post office is only five minutes from the office and luckily there's only a few people standing in line, but as I wait, the queue gets longer behind me. I shuffle impatiently from one foot to another as every five minutes the queue shuffles a meter forward. Finally, it's my turn and I step up to the counter, 'hello, can I post these first class please?' 

My phone vibrates in my pocket as I hand the letters to the woman through the glass, she takes them from me, tapping away on her computer as I pull my phone out: where are you?. I roll my eyes and push my phone back into my pocket, he's so impatient. I tap the company card once the woman tells me the total and take the receipt from her, shoving it into my bag as I hurry out of the post office. 

I gasp and break out into a run, the bus is pulling up, the bus stop only a few meters away. I huff loudly as I step onto the bus, tapping my pass and going to sit down, I pull my phone out again: Be there in 2 mins!

After two stops I hop off and jog down the pavement, the house coming into view, I pull my phone out again and send a test to Mr Andrews: I have just posted the letters, and will be back after my lunch break. Great, my lunch break starts now. I knock on the front door. 

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I lay on my back, the sheets pulled over my naked body, covering myself as I shiver. Logan Fisher lays beside me panting quietly, I blush as I glance at him, he's so good looking. After about a minute his phone rings loudly, startling us both, he reaches over to his nightstand, swiping his finger across the screen then bringing the phone to his ear, 'hello? what? seriously? I'll be there in ten minutes, wait for me' he says, sitting up, I roll my eyes. 

After hanging up, he pulls on the clothes that I had ripped off him about twenty minutes ago. 'Ally, I have to go, let yourself out and shut the door behind you, don't go snooping around' he warns me with a pointed look. 

'Who do you think I am?' I scoff, offended. What does he mean don't go snooping around? Of course I'm going to go snooping around, especially if he's leaving me alone in his house, 'what's the time?' 

'It's half past two' he says, shrugging on his leather jacket, I sit up and grip the sheets to cover me.

'I have to head back to work now anyway' I tell him, he nods and with one last glare he grabs his car keys and rushes out. I stay seated on the bed, a smirk tugging at my lips when I hear his front door slam and a few seconds later his engine revs. I stand and walk naked into his bathroom, I glare at my reflection before turning on his shower.

I tie my hair up into a bun, I just want to rinse my body. I squeeze his body wash into my palm before cleaning myself up and then rinsing myself off, how many times have I done this? Turning off the shower, I step out and pat myself dry with one of his towels, I head back to his room, out of my bag I pull out clean underwear, when you've done this as many times as I have, you learn to come prepared. I pull my clothes back on, dusting them off from where they had been on the floor, I throw the towel and my old underwear in his pile of dirty laundry by the door... for the next girl to find. 

Slinging my bag over my shoulder and checking the time on my phone, I walk slowly through the halls, peering into rooms I haven't been in before... nothing interesting. I skip down the stairs and into the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge and some protein bars from his cupboard which I drop into my bag, I'm hungry. I peek into more doors on the ground floor, still nothing interesting, I head back into the kitchen and into his pantry. I browse through the biscuits on one of the shelves as if I were browsing in a supermarket. It's cold in this pantry, I shiver. 

Picking up one of the packs of biscuits, my eyebrows furrow at what's behind it... a door handle. Why is the a door handle in between the shelves of his pantry wall, I glance over my shoulder as if he's standing behind me. Before twisting the handle, surprisingly it's unlocked and my jaw drops open as the back of the pantry wall begins to open, it's not a wall at all, but a door that's disguised to look like a wall. The shelves and all the food on them move with the door, cold air hits me. 

It's dark inside but very cold, I reach my hand inside and pat the wall looking for a light switch... found it. I blink a few times as the light comes on and I step inside the cold room. It's quite a large room hidden away behind the pantry, there's about air conditioners on the wall all blowing ice cold air. If the temperature of this room didn't make me shiver then what's in it, surely does. 

More shelves line the walls from floor to ceiling, with labelled jars side by side, I pull my phone out of my pocket and walk closer to read one of the labels MALE, 72, LIVER. My eyes widen as sure enough inside the clear jar is what looks like a human liver seemingly floating in thick liquid, probably preserving it. The other jars read similarly: FEMALE, 81, HEART. FEMALE, 76, KIDNEY. MALE, 91, THIGH SKIN.

I need to get out of here, why does Logan have jars of organs in his house, human organs. I bring my phone up and take a picture of some of the jars and the room as a whole. I walk back into the pantry and shut the hidden door and replace the biscuits in what I think was the same position I found them in. I drop my phone into my bag and head out of his house, shutting the door behind me and running to the nearby bus stop. 

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ANOTHER UPDATE! What do you guys think of this chapter? Why do you think Logan Fisher has human organs in his house? Will he find out that Allison knows? VOTE&COMMENT