Baked Scribe Flashback : Other Side
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Tap, tap, tapping at my door, or whatever the line was, I think I understand it a little better now. I guess the narrator was going a little bit nuts-o, one little tap at a time. Never really made sense to me, after all it’s just a poem.
But now I’m sitting here in my living room, and the knocking has been going on for over an hour. Constant, heavy blows, as if he’s using his own head as a knocker.
I owed my roommate a bunch of money. I mean, a ton of money. Money that I had stolen from him. I don’t know if that detail matters or not, but there it is. He had figured out what I was up to, and he was going to rat me out to the fucking dorm director. Maybe even the cops.
Well, the last thing I need is some meathead former jock coming down here and pretending like he’s got some authority because the university gave him some crap meaningless position. I don’t need cops coming in here and dragging me out of the building. I couldn’t let him tell. I couldn’t let him put me into that kind of position, what was I supposed to do? What would you do? I dealt with him the best way I could figure out.
I killed him.
I killed him, and now I’m pretty sure he’s standing out there, on the other side of the door, rapping on it with his forehead, because apparently his keys didn’t follow him into the afterlife. Or, maybe he just doesn’t know how to use them anymore.
The whole door is starting to shake in the frame now. What the hell am I supposed to do? The undead didn’t exactly factor into my thinking process here. It’s not like I can kill him again. Not like I can outrun him, and even if I could, so what? Eventually I’m going to get tired and he never will.
The wood is starting to break and splinter now. Not much time left I guess. I can see one of his crazy eyes through the hole in the door now. Not much time left.
I guess I’ve got one thing going for me. At least now, I know for sure what happens on the other side. And you can bet good money that when I come back, first thing, I’m going to be coming for this asshole.
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