The dirty building

I was living abroad near the city. The rent was cheap here, but a lot of messy stuff was going on.

My apartment was on the eight floor and two rival gangs divided the area for themselves.

They „nicely“ asked everyone to pay money for their safety. Once they came up to me but i didnt open the door.. There was nothing they could do about it and i made sure to never come late.

These fuckers were only after eight o’clock in these dirty and piss stinking floors… Selling their crap and threatening people …

The police didnt dared to come in this area.. it was cut from the city due to so much crime that they couldnt afford being here.

Even when people jumped out of their window, the ambulance wasnt coming.

I dont even know how this building was still standing .. so much dirt on every corner, the walls were burned or damaged and the pillars which hold it, were already cracked.

This place really needed a makeover but no one bothered and neither had anyone the money to do so.

I was coming late .. I hoped that it wasnt already too late because the gangs always blocked the hallway and the none- working elevator.

It seemed alright i thought. I could even hear some police sirens…maybe it was because of them why everybody left ?

I run upstairs and even the junkies and screams were gone, this was the first time and a bit strange.

Was there up something big or did everyone run away ?

I got to my apartment and the floor was empty too. I opened my quite heavy metal door which was secured digitally on both sides.

I looked at the camera which i had secretly installed at the ceiling above the floor and watched the film.

Nothing happend .. No one was walking around and no sound was recorded either.

The lights went on and off but why was the floor empty ? That never happend before.

„knock KNOCK!!“ „knock KNOCK“- someone was hammering the door.

„What the hell? Why is nothing on camera? Is the camera broken?“

I got really nervous. „knock KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK“

I looked again in the camera, the lights went off. I took my needle baseball bat just to be sure and walked to the door.

First i watched at the door spy but it was dark.

„Who is there? And stop hammering my door i heard you!“ i said loud.

No answer..

„POLICE OPEN UP“

What ? The police? here ?

I opend the door and my heart nearly stopped…

There was no one and the floor was lighten up as always. „What the fuck is going on here?“ i asked myself.

I looked left and right and closed the door.

As soon as i turned my back towards the door, ive got a hit on my back and lost consciousness.

I woke up in the hospital and was handcuffed on the bed.

„Youre awake great. Youre under arrest of drugging the water supply with rat poison and LSD, appearently your plan didnt worked. Youve killed not only the people who lived in the same area but many in the city!“

Fuck… maybe that wasnt a good idea after all

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