John Packer's Short Story: 30-1 A. M.

It was a late Saturday night, later than any sane person ought to be up. I, John Packer, had just gotten home to my apartment from an awful shift at the laundromat in which I worked. See, I was the night janitor there, and since the laundromat was open until midnight, my shifts start around 12:30 - 1 A.M. Some nights, it wasn't so bad. I could get done in under 2 hours. But tonight, I was stuck there for about 4 - 5 hours. It was a mess. Aside from the usual dirt, mud, and dog shit one might find on the floor, some slob had just dumped a load of filthy clothes - I swear they must've worked in the sewers by the smell - in one of the machines, and just left it there. They were covered in the most disgusting assortment of extremities one could ever find clinging onto one's clothes, so it's no wonder they were left behind. Long story short, I had to wash them several times, just so I could take them out of the …show more content…
I couldn't feel the prescence at all after I left the laundromat. Unless of course, someone knew where I lived. Frightened, I hurried over to my kitchen area, grabbing a large kitchen knife, breathing heavily. Someone was in the room with me, but it dawned on me that I was the only person who had access to my flat, aside from my landlord - who was obnoxiously loud - but it couldn't possibly be him. I slowly made my way around the room, directing myself to an area where the prescence was most prominent: near my washing machine.

"Show yourself!" I snarled, expecting someone to be hiding behind the washer. "I'm armed and extremely dangerous with this tool of mine, so unless you want to be impaled at least a dozen times, I suggest you come out, right now!"

But there was no response. I felt kinda silly when I realized I was shouting at my washing machine, when there was no plausible way a human being could fit behind it. The prescence eventually disappeared, so I returned the knife to its holder, shaking my sleepy head as I made my way to the