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

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