The Bank (Chapter 5, Night)
Posted April 19th, 2007 by AlecO
I arrived home at about six o'clock. The sun was just beginning to set, the dimming light casting a strange orange color that mingled with the gray February sky, creating a ominous purple. I opened the door to the apartment building, and trudged up the steps to my apartment. I inserted my key into the lock, but, strangely, the door was open. I pushed it open, my irrational fears beginning to take over. When I stepped inside, it looked like a twister had hit, and hit hard. Papers were scattered across the floor, my television lay on the floor, shattered, its wires contorted and sparking. A lamp that had been sitting on a table was missing its shade, and the bulb was cracked. I stood in the door frame, my mouth gaping open. My desk had been overturned, and the small window in the apartment was smashed open, its remains scattered below. I walked in, smashed bits of who-knows-what crunching under my feet. Upon further inspection, I spied a note, pinned on the wall next to the window. Scrawled across the paper in red permament marker were five words. STAY AWAY FROM THE BANK. With this I collapsed to the floor, breathing heavily. This time, the guy had come after me.
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