“I am not crazy!” she yelled at the top of her lungs as they check her into the Asylum. “I was framed! I AM NOT CRAZY!” This was the scene I witnessed when they took my best friend in, I didn’t see it coming nor did her family, EVERYONE was in shock.
… well let me tell you the story from the beginning ….
It all started a few months back, when my best friend Enith moved out of her house and began to rent a room in an old Victorian style home in San Francisco. This house was about a 15 minute bus ride from her summer job. Enith was not there alone, the old woman who was renting out the room was living there too. Enith never met the lady even after she moved into the house. Enith found a list of rules posted on the fridge, there was only one rule on that list and it was to NEVER enter the old woman’s room. Whenever Enith walked passed the room, there was an awful smell, she could not put her finger on what it might be. There was also an odd light coming from under the door, as though the TV was ALWAYS changing channels, and there were odd voices that came from the room from time to time. Enith just minded her own business, she did what she had to do and she paid her rent.
One night, Enith came home from work, she heard voices coming from the room so she tried to make her presence known by yelling, “I am home!” it was followed by a cold, awkward silence. Not knowing what to do next, Enith hastily retreated to her room, and was sure to lock the door behind her. There were two voices, a man’s and a woman’s. It sounded as though they were arguing about something BIG, but it was in a different language so Enith didn’t know what was going on.
The next morning Enith went down to the kitchen to see what she could make for breakfast. She was sure that the old woman would not mind if she used some of her food, she had just moved there and didn’t have time to buy food. When she began to look around for food, she noticed that almost everything had gone bad, the milk went bad about 2 months ago.
When Enith left work, she went to the store that was on the corner of the block. There was a very kind guy that was working there who asked her if she was new to the neighborhood. Enith of course was not too kind, as it was really late, and did not know who this guy was. The guy was quick to realize that he had step over some sort of boundary and quickly introduced himself.
“Sorry, It’s Andrew, my friends call me Drew. My family owns this corner store, and I know all of the neighbors. I didn’t recognize you…. just being friendly.”
“Drew, where might I find some biscuits? It’s Enith, by the way.”
Once Enith got what she needed she headed back to the house it was really late and she was starving. As she approached it she saw a shadowy figure looking out of the window. She rushed in to see who was there, perhaps it was the old woman she was renting from. Once she got into the house there was not a single soul in sight, but she just knew that someone was there. Enith got this eerie feeling over her as though she was being watched, the walls seem to have eyes. She spoke, “Hello! Anyone home?!” but there was no response.
To Be Continued ...
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