For the past year, I’ve lived peacefully in my small apartment.
Granted, it wasn’t on the best side of town nor was it the biggest place, but I was satisfied.
On the 21st of every month, I would pay directly to my landlord, Dorothy.
She was a rather grumpy old lady, but had a soft spot for her grandchildren.
Everytime I spoke to her, she always ended up bragging about how smart and wonderful
her grandchildren were.
When I knocked on her door, Dorothy wasn’t there to greet me like usual.
Instead, it was a guy who seemed around my age.
He introduced himself as one of her grandchildren and accepted the payment for her.
As he spoke, I tried to get a glimpse into the house to see if Dorothy was home.
Once he noticed this, he quickly blocked the doorway with his body.
I knew that it seemed like I was snooping, but I couldn’t help but question where she
was.
So I decided to ask him directly, and he explained that she was on a vacation overseas for a
little while.
I nodded, even if I didn't believe him.
Dorothy hated the idea of leaving her house, so why would she suddenly go on a vacation?
After I left, I thought a little bit more about the situation, but eventually left it
alone.
A couple of days later, I noticed that my bedroom’s window screen was so loose to
the point of it almost falling out.
As I ran my fingers over it, I started to wonder how this happened.
The screen was perfectly fine a few days ago, and the weather was so peaceful that
the wind couldn't have possibly knocked it out of place.
As I looked out the window, I saw a person standing on the street below.
We made direct eye contact, and I realized it was the landlord’s grandson.
After that, I quickly closed the blinds and turned away.
His weird expression stayed on my mind, and I didn’t even wanna think about how long
he was watching my window.
A few days later, he came by to fix the window screen.
I asked him if he had any ideas how it broke, and he paused.
Then looked directly at me and said “it looks like someone threw a rock at your window.”
He said it almost as if it was a fact, with a strange smile on his face.
Before he left, he asked if he could use the restroom.
Reluctantly, I agreed since I didn’t have any reason to say no.
Afterwards, he left.
Later that night, I noticed that my laptop was missing.
After checking everywhere and confirming that it was gone, I knew who the culprit had to
be.
The landlord’s grandson.
He was the only other person at my place that day.
Instead of confronting him, I decided to sneak into the landlord’s house to try and find
it.
I knew he would never admit to taking it.
Plus, the landlord used to always let me come over, so I knew the layout well.
That night, I went in through an open window.
I noticed that the screen was broken the same way mine was, which made me even more suspicious.
Just as I was about to head into the living room to search for my laptop, something made
me pause in my tracks.
There was a horrible smell coming from the room down the hall that I just couldn’t
ignore.
Slowly, my feet began to approach the room, and my hand reached out to the door knob.
Once the door was open, the stench was so unbearable that I had to pinch my nose to
keep from barfing
My eyes trailed around the room, looking for the source of the smell.
Finally, I realized what it was.
On the floor was my landlord’s corpse, covered by maggots.
At first I was in a state of shock, but then I ran out of the house and dialed the police.
Her grandson was arrested, and it turned out that he wasn’t even her relative.
Some random man had broken into her house and murdered her, then decided to pose as
her grandson for money.
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