I think everyone keeping up with my daily rants about the "trio of terror" living next door to me, know pretty accurately by now what they were all about. An unpredictable bunch who kept to themselves yet were driven to complete insanity over time. How they got like that I guess I'll never know. Anyways, years drew by and they become more and more isolated. Especially Aubrey who was regularly seen wondering the road on his own, rambling sweet nothings to himself though still looking quite content about it. They continued to linger in this unhinged state of limbo until...
So, coming back from a quick sprint to the supermarket, I was pulling up to my road. I must have been gone, say, two hours max. Making a left, I witnessed a scene that will stay with me for life. The fear of the situation up ahead, literally took my breath away. Three police vans were parked up next to their house. Two right beside it and another on the other side of the road. Though, that's not the worst of it. Surrounding the wretched premise was a stretch of traditional black and yellow police barrier tape, condoning off the area. Like a... dare I say it, crime scene! I kid you not, one of the most surreal moments of my life. A few of the neighbours had gathered outside, choosing to stand wisely on the opposite side of the road. None of the three occupants were visible. Presumably, they were inside one or two of the meatwagons. I parked up a street away and rapidly paced up toward the sizeable crowd, chattering loudly with each other.
What the hell is going on?" I remember asking a kindly gentleman by the name of Amos living across the road from me. "He's killed her. She's dead." He mumbled, looking at me upset and sombre.
My eyes opened wide with terror. To be honest, that had actually been my initial suspicion, though simultaneously praying it wasn't the case. I mean, however much I wanted them gone, death was never the intention to that effect!
"Oh my god!" I exclaimed, putting a hand to my mouth. "What? Which one?"
"That's not what happened." A voice piped up from behind me. It was yet another recognizable face a few doors down. "Drugs, it was. He must have had a huge stash in there, which the police got tipped off about. Good riddance, I tell you. Hope this'll be the end of this enduring nightmare on our road."
It didn't take long to figure out that nobody had any idea what was really going on. Just a bunch of excitable gossip and clueless hearsay, fluttering through the air. First things first, I had this incredible urge to get home and fast. Trotting across the street, I shifted onto the pathway of my front garden when a thunderous boom stopped me in my tracks. I spun around, scared shitless!
"Before you go in, can I have a word?" It was a relatively tall policeman, looking gravely concerned. I must have appeared white as a ghost to him. "Yes, sir. What can I do for you today?" That's the drivel that comes out of me when I've been properly shook. Though I was also quite certain the suspected events that had occurred during my leave to the supermarket, had nothing to do with me. He moved closer, still exhibiting an image of serious worry.
"What do you know about the family that live in there?" He asked, tilting his head in the direction of the devilish lair. "Nothing, officer. Just that they were a bit strange and kept to themselves. Is everything alright?" Clearly, they weren't.
"May I ask you to stay indoors for now." He stated in an authoritative manner. *"If we require anything further assistance, be available. If you don't mind, of course. Goddamnit, what in the hell has happened? I thought to myself.
I stepped inside. Checked all the rooms of my house, though I'm still not entirely sure what I was searching for. Extreme nervousness was setting in. Real frantic anxiety. I just had to know. Well, there was only one person who may well have the answer, as he always seemed the first to know about significant events in our neighbourhood, such as this. Ben, being another neighbour, who took a substantial amount of pride in his ability to... Well, "know". I grabbed my phone and dialled the number. Two rings and he picked up, almost like he was expecting my call.
"Ben!" I said, clearly flustered and in dire need of an explanation. "What in God's name is going on?" Somehow, he knew. To this day, I never found out how and who told him so speedily, but he laid down the truth of the matter. And, to put this bluntly, it took me weeks to recover from the shock...
A horrible situation was presented before two of the younger occupants next door. "The mother" had passed away in her sleep. Apparently, she had died of natural causes in bed. Both of her crazed spawn panicked when they discovered her and didn't know what to do. They thought it best to keep it a secret and not tell anybody. Until, the daughter, out of sheer desperation, decided it best to called the cops. Oh, and when did she die?
8 Days ago!!!
Needless to say, I never saw any one of them ever again...
Woa! I wonder how far a body has decomposed after 8 days...
Still, I hear tales of adult children hiding their dead parents so as to continue to collect old age pensions and such. Maybe they tried to do that but the daughter couldn't handle it after a week and called the cops?
I wouldn't want to find out, mate! I remember it's like one of the article you wrote a while back featuring several psychopaths. Well, I lived next door to three! And then two...
Maybe the smell became too intoxicating... :(
Wow, I’m speechless. It’s like a horror movie. I’m not surprised you searched your home after you got in. I could feel the fear in you. It’s like this family is not real, but as living ghosts. That’s crazy staff. I feel sorry for them to loose their mom, but common, I mean how “smart” you have to be to do this.
I'm telling you, mate! For a while there, I couldn't handle it. The fact that a dead person was festering only a few feet away from me, surrounded by these unholy lunatic siblings. It was horror beyond comprehension. But it happened and it was very real. How things have "improved" since their departure from the neighbourhood.
Same with me, I was sort of scared at first
Well, I wasn't buying the homicide, I could believe the drugs version, but surely I wasn't expecting this ending. This is getting sort of a daily thing with your stories, climax or anticlimax I never see your endings coming. Sort of tells something about life, doesn't it?
Anyway, again, really nice work with these last chapters, although they see you mostly as a spectator of events that are beyond your control. I'm looking forward to see the damage you and your gang can do on yourselves again :P
Tell me something, your stories are never very long, but they are very sharp and precise in their language, I can tell you have a talent for writing even if English is not my first language. Do you write the stories beforehand and post them daily or are you actually capable of writing a mini-chapter each day and then post it? In the latter case, how long does it take you?
Oh mate! Thanks very much for the kind words! Yeah, that ending was as unexpected for you as it was for me, lol. In terms of the way I write these collection of memoirs, I put it all down in one sitting and edit where necessary. I guess all in all, just over an hour. But these are real memories I'm referring to when jotting these particular stories down, hence it won't be too stressful in structuring them up at the same time.
And, I've gotta add, your English is exceptional even for a "native" speaker, let alone being it's not your primary language. Amazing!
Thank you, buddy! I don't know about the exceptional part to be perfectly honest, but I'm always trying to perfect myself, since I do translations by trade and I'd really like to start writing stuff one day or another.
Truth is, when I read stuff written by people like you I'm extremely envious of the number of different solutions you have at hand, both in lexical choice and in sentence structuring, while I seem to stick to the same patterns I always use, and I must make a real effort to diversify my material. And it's hard to learn new stuff, as the learning curve is steep for languages.
At any rate, that's one of the reasons I never miss a chapter when it comes to your stories, the other being I enjoy the content quite a lot :P Have a nice one!
Too kind, man. I really appreciate that and trust me, you already sound like a well-established writer. Repeating patterns that "work" is not a bad thing. It's like "don't fix what ain't broke". But I'm honestly humbled by your comments...
Bless and thank you very much... :)
At first I thought it would be like every other story but to be honest i catch my self waiting for the next episode again and again.It is getting better and better. Guess i must blame your writing for that😊
Steem on my friend. You are exceptional.
Many, many thanks, bud. Very much appreciated. :)
What a terrible story hope that i will never have to witness something like that..
Great job on writing your content!
Kind regards
It was an event that shook the entire neighbourhood, buddy. Really horrendous beyond words. But on a lighter note, thanks for your kinds words, lol! :)
I guess Aubrey wasn’t around at that time. Once again, the family of two now didn’t disappoint. You realy have to be a great talent to do such a things like that.
Yeah, they certainly had a unique gift of attracting all sorts of attention... Unwanted or otherwise. :)
@ezzy these memoirs are sitcom material. You should turn them into a script!
Lol, thank you, @airlea! These are just a few of the shenanigans that occurred throughout history on my road. :)
Really I have enjoyed reading your creative story. Your creative work really impressed me. Really it was so nice. Seeing your fascinating word in this story wondered me.
Nice story! I was reading and thinking "what the hell happened there" lol
I am already excited to read the next part. Good work :)
Lol, I think this one about wraps it up. :)
@ezzy
thank you like the story
Best regards
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Wows! İt is wonderful.
I've been so busy the last while that I haven't had time to check in on your stories, but I'm glad to see they haven't gotten any less wild in the meantime. Also glad it wasn't a homicide. I suppose a rotting corpse is better than a murder. Goodness.
Thanks for stopping by! Yep, this is, by far, the most unsettling. But could have turned out even worse given the characters we were dealing with...
Nice one. Thanks for the aural version.