'This Old Crack House' #12: There is movement next door

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Blog entry by Dusty posted 03-06-2007 09:15 PM 2185 reads 0 times favorited 6 comments Add to Favorites Watch
« Part 11: What happened to Ms. D Part 12 of 'This Old Crack House' series Part 13: She planted the seed »

This was day six. No movement seen next door or any word from Ms. D. I was concerned. I decided if I didn’t hear from her by the end of the day I would call the police and have them check things out.

In the mean time, I was keeping busy watering my roses and the new grass I had seeded in her yard after the major cleanup and lilac removal.

I was walking between our houses when I heard what I thought was in a faint voice, someone calling my name. I looked around but didn’t see anyone. I kept working and heard it again. I stopped and looked back towards where I thought I heard the noise. This time I heard a window sliding up. In a faint voice I heard, “Dusty”.

I walked towards Ms. D’s window. She was standing in the window in her night gown looking obviously very ill. I immediately ask, “Are you ok?”

She replied, “No I am very sick. I have been in bed all week and this is the first time I have been able to stand up and do anything except a quick trip to the bathroom.”

When I asked what the matter was, she said that she suffered from really bad migraines and other things that she would explain when she felt better. She asked if I could go to grocery store and get her a few items like some fruit and club soda. I assured her that I would. She then said, “I will pay you when you come back. Right now I don’t know where my purse is.”

“No problem,” I said, and then left for the store.

I returned a short time later and knocked on her door. She barely cracked the door and reached for the bag of groceries I had picked up. She thanked me.

I was shocked by what I had seen and could smelled coming from the house.

She said she would pay me after she felt better and found her purse. She asked if that was alright. I nodded and she then shut the door.

I stood there for a moment in a state of shock.

I was so taken back I sought out my business partner and told him what I had seen through the door.

All he said is “don’t get involved it’s not any of your business”.

It bothered me; a lot.

(Protected by copy write, all rights reserved ,D.Jerzak 3-01-2007)

-- Dusty

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#1 posted 03-06-2007 09:40 PM

oh I’ve read the chapters out of turn….

Poor Ms D !!!

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#2 posted 03-07-2007 12:08 AM

What? Dead bodies…the missing postman…o no! IT can’t be…

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#3 posted 03-07-2007 01:00 AM

It was the quick trip to the bathroom on day 6. The other five she was stuck in bed.

-- I've been blessed with a father who liked to tinker in wood, and a wife who lets me tinker in wood. Southern Delaware soon moving to Virginia †

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#4 posted 03-07-2007 01:09 AM

No wonder he couldn’t mention what he saw… ewwww !

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#5 posted 03-07-2007 01:05 PM

postman? I thought it was her mother’s body…. you know, her best friend/only friend…

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#6 posted 03-07-2007 04:11 PM

6 days of not going to the bathroom.

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