Col.Mustard, Living room, Dagger?

 

 Col. Mustard, Living room, Dagger?

 There’s this flat behind my building that I’ve been watching the past 2 weeks. When I pop out for a cigarette I usually go to the apartment next door as it’s still a work in progress and I can easily sneak a fag there without having to go outside, but 2 weeks ago I spotted this particular flat across from me on my sort of eye level with the balcony door being open on a warm sunny day and thought to myself the people must be enjoying the warm breeze, but……..later that night the I noticed the door still being open but the lights are off. I didn’t think much about it. Maybe they were out or forgot to close the door perhaps?

As the days continued and my smoke breaks getting rather intriguing I noticed the balcony door remained open everyday and it’s still open today. One morning I noticed the kitchen window is now open as well with a ketchup bottle standing in the window. It’s just really bazaar. I came home to my apartment telling my wife about this mysterious mystery that’s playing on my mind. Now, my wife loves mysteries, especially murder mysteries, so this grabbed her attention straight away. Watching Detective Hercule Poirot solving murder mysteries on TV every week can really get your thoughts running in all sorts of directions if you’re about to open your own case file.

Over the last few days it’s been really cold and we’ve even had snow in between but still that door remained wide open. Thoughts came to my head what if someone was murdered or committed suicide (by freezing weather) and maybe left the door open to get rid of the stench? I don’t know, things just didn’t add up and everyday I’ve been wondering if I shouldn’t maybe go over and knock on the door, not that anybody will open if they’re lying there frozen solid, but I couldn’t stand it anymore and I just had to find out for myself. Maybe if I did discover something or someone I would probably have to contact the authorities and either be a hero or even be in the newspaper or worst comes to worst become the next name on somebody’s hit list, who knows.

The moment came, I decided I’m gonna do it, I’m gonna go over there and knock on the door, but let me just have a cigarette first and think this through. After I killed my cigarette I entered the building and slowly made my way upstairs. The corridor on the last flight of stairs was really dark, so now I’m even more nervous and my heart is pounding away like mad. I flicked on the light switch on the wall and BANG, with a big flash the light exploded with one hell of a noise, I nearly soiled my pants. Now my heart was racing even more and I’m shaking like a leaf but I can’t hear anything, it’s dead quiet.

I see a ray of light shining through the massive keyhole and thought perhaps let me just have a look first before I knock. So I peeped through the keyhole and all I could see was a black plastic lining bag, the kind you see them use in a Hollywood mafia film, yes, one of those. I nervously knocked hoping no one will open the door. Out of the blue I hear footsteps crunching on the floorboards coming towards the door. The key entered the locked and I could hear the key turning. Silence…..

It all went quiet and suddenly the door creaked open slowly…..