Bonjour people, gonna keep this short, cos reasons.
Nah I’m on a new diet which basically involves starving yourself for brief periods of time for fun. I’ll let you know how that works out.
Got the latest chapter of Ladies Close Your Eyes, it’s all up now on my inkitt page which I’ll link below, but I’ll keep churning it out on here for the content. I’m gonna be having it edited soon too so hold your breath for that.
I hope all of my three readers had a good christmas, you know who you are. I got some fun gadgets and games and stuff to steal my much needed time away. Still on a writing fast, got my next project lined up for January and I’m just using this time to flesh out new future projects.
Ok so here it is chapter 11.
James was standing in front of the blue door; someone had left it open. He pushed it and it opened with a rehearsed creaking sound. Allowing a thin shaft of daylight to spread in an arc across the floor.
James swallowed hard and in his head it was very loud. He gingerly entered the small room following the beam of light.
The light ended before the opening of a tiny bathroom. Looking inside, it had no windows. Just a shower bath combo with a shower curtain pulled closed all the way around in the right corner running along the wall. The toilet was to the left in the other corner but the room was so small they were almost touching. The sink was in the small amount of space in the right corner closest to the door in front of the bath. The bathroom was tiled all around in a black and white pattern that went from the floor to the walls. The ceilings and places untouched by tiles were the same desert tan colour as the outside of the building. The toilet seat matched the patter, the porcelain was naturally white but the seat and lid were black.
There was just something off about black in a bathroom, it hid the dirt but it also felt dirty.
There was a loud dripping noise coming from the bath tub.
James approached the bath and gripped the edges of the shower curtain which met at the corner of the bath.
He parted them swiftly, like ripping off a band aid.
The bath was full of a brown dark liquid, a putrid rusty water that had a dank smell. The bath itself was filthy, the gaps between the black and white tiles were black with mould. The shower head and bath fixture were also covered in the same black mould. He examined the taps and the shower head but there was nothing leaking.
Remembering himself he set to looking about the bathroom for any clues. Shy of sticking his hand in that filthy water and draining the tub there was nothing of interest in the bathroom. He could have stuck his hand down the toilet, but why would he do that?
He left the bathroom and returned to the bed/living room area.
The bed was un-made and showed signs of a struggle, the satin sheets were half off the queen sized bed. The long red curtains were drawn, the chair in the corner of the room was empty and there was nothing on the coffee table. The room smelled like sex and cheap perfume.
The old TV was in the same place as his dream but the screen was dark.
“Dream?” As he said it he started to feel light headed, his heart started to race and he couldn’t get it to stop. “Was it a dream?”.
He stumbled and knocked the TV off its stand leaving a large crack down the centre of the bevelled screen.
James collapsed into the chair in the living area and tried to catch his breath, he closed his eyes and tried to centre himself, stop the spinning. It felt like something unnatural was happening. Like his brain was rebooting, trying to make sense of two memories overlapping.
Just like that he felt something poking him from the side of the seat cushion. He put his hand down the side to see what it was.
It was a business card.
‘Dr. Alphonso Moral’