Day 2 is here! I hope you’re all enjoying it so far! I have a very special surprise! One of my subscribers commented her Day 1 story on my post yesterday! As motivation for all of you, I will be posting her work after my Day 2! Make sure you give it a read!
Writetober Day 2
Mindless
It had been two days since Michelle put on the ring. To Kyle, it had been two days of worry and confusion. Michelle had been acting different, forgetting small details, mumbling in her sleep. Kyle tried to call Tom, but he was no help, instead, Tom would reply with a joke or sarcastic statement. Kyle was left alone, in a house with his wife, he was alone, mostly. The voice continued, it was quiet, but Kyle could feel it there. He was certain he could hear it laugh every time Michelle’s mind would go blank.
“Hun, can you help me really quick?” Michelle beckoned from the kitchen.
Kyle quickly entered to see his beautiful wife ready to head out of the house. He found that she always had the knack to match all kinds of clothing into something adorable.
“What’s up?” Kyle cheerfully asked. No matter what was happening, she always made him smile.
“I can’t find the keys and I have to get going. They might be in my purse, but I can’t find that anywhere.”
Kyle was hit with a wall of worry as he stared at his wife. Clutched in her hands were her keys. They weren’t loosely dangling; her hands were tightly gripping the keys. Slung across her body was her purse, as she spoke, she moved the strap to scratch her collar bone.
“Babe, you’re holding your keys.” Kyle swore he heard the laugh again.
Shock washed across her face as she looked down to see she was in fact holding them.
“Wow, that’s weird. I’ll look for the purse when I get home, wallet should be in the car and I’ve got to go.” In a hurry, she kissed Kyle and left.
“The purse…” The door slammed shut as Kyle forced the words out.
“Puppet…my puppet…” The words were quiet, they barely made it to Kyle’s ears.
“Nothing in here is real! She is just tired.” Kyle tried to reassure himself. Franticly moving around the house, he began to clean, forcing himself to take his mind off all of it.
Minutes turned into hours as Kyle feverously scrubbed the house clean. Certain that he worked the thoughts out of his head, he decided to go for a run around the block. Nothing like a few miles to clear the mind even more than cleaning did.
As Kyle left his house, he was ripped back to reality as he stared at his wife sitting in her car. She had a blank look in her eyes, not even noticing Kyle. The car running in the driveway was the only sound, no music, no words. Fear crept into Kyle as he made his way toward the open driver window.
“Michelle, you ok?” He spoke loudly to grab her attention.
She looked at him confused over his question. “Yea, I’m fine. I have to head out though or I’m gonna be late.”
“What? You left like four hours ago.” The fear in Kyle’s voice prepared him for the answer.
“What are you talking about, I just walked out the door. It’s only one…” Her words ended as she stared at the clock in the car. Tears filled her eyes as she looked up to Kyle. “What just happened.” Her words were almost drowned out by the laughter in Kyle’s ears.
“Take off the ring, just take off the damn ring. Now!” Kyle was stern in his words.
Michelle quickly fiddled with the ring and after some struggle she removed it. Holding out his hand, Kyle gestured for her to drop it into his palm. He felt the ring land in his hand, but it was heavier than it should have been. Without second thought, he threw it, not caring to see where it landed, he turned to Michelle. Holding her tightly as she wept, the two walked into the house.
Please enjoy a subscribers Day 1 comment from yesterday posted below. I am extremely proud of her and look forward to seeing more from her and all of you!
Subscriber’s Day 1 (Ring)
“Doa’s, how may I help you?” Her voice was monotone and low, like a loud whisper.
“What?!” Could be heard on the other side of the line, “Is this Doa’s?! I need to speak with a manager. I cannot believe h-” Soe didn’t even let the cranky old lady finish before hitting the transfer button and sending her to her boss’ already full voicemail.
She looked to the clock as she watched it slowly tick to the number 6. ‘I still have 2 hours to go.” She rolled her eyes so far back, hoping they’d actually get stuck this time. Then she could go home early.
She laid her head down on the table, sighing deeply. Then she heard it. Ring, ring, ring.
She picked up the phone, back to work. “Doa’s, how may I help you?”
Silence.
“Hello?”
Heavy breathing.
“…..hello?”
“I’m going to kill myself”. It was such a small and panicked voice that Soe could barely pick up on it.
“Um… don’t do that. L-let me get you the-”
“54 Raymond Street, 2nd floor. The key in the mailbox under the fake bottom. Finish it for me, will you?”
She could hear the air blowing in the background. She was trying to pick up on any discernable sounds that could point to where this woman was.
“I’ll get you help. Please, don’t do this. Just wait. I-i’ll g-”
“There is no helping me. But help the others.” The woman sounded like she was crying and before Soe could say anything else, she could hear the wind picking up speed very quickly. She’s….she’s falling.
Soe realized she was too late. The phone on the line then went away.
Everything went silent. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t even catch her breath. Someone killed themself with her on the line. What do I do?
54 Raymond Street, 2nd floor.
The thought blew into her mind. The address. She snapped out of it enough to write it down. She stared at it. What do I do? Do I call the police?
She had no information. What was she going to tell these people?
She picked up the phone, despite her doubts and called the local police station. “Stillson Heights Police Department, how may I help you?” A raspy, male voice picked up the line.
“Hi, yes, I, um, work at Doa’s. The clothing store? I, um, uh My name is Soe. I got, I got a call from a woman who I am pretty sure committed suicide.”
“I see. Did you get her name?”
“No.”
“Location?”
“No.”
“Could you make out anything?”
“No.”
“Okay….well, uh….there isn’t much to go by unfortunately. We can’t really do mu-”
“54 Raymond Street, 2nd floor.”
“Excuse me?”
“That’s the address she gave me. She gave me that address.”
“Okay. I’ll type this up and see what we could do. You said your name is Soe?”
“Yes sir.”
“Do you have a number to reach you at Miss Soe?”
“857-654-7893”
“Alright. Thank you. We will contact you if we need more information.”
Click.
Once again, she sat in silence. What do I do?
She felt stuck in this moment. 54 Raymond Street, 2nd floor. The address repeated in her mind.
The key in the mailbox under the fake bottom.
“She told me to get that key.” Soe went to pick up the phone to notify the police when she had a sudden urge. They won’t do anything. Maybe I should……
She wasn’t sure what she should do. On one hand, she wants to fulfill this last request. On the other hand, this could be some crazy person trying to kill her.
There are others.
She looked at the clock ticking by.
I’ve got to go.
She grabbed her jacket, clumsily put it on as she walked out the door, hearing the faint ringing of the phone behind her. She wasn’t going to let this end with her and nothing being done. Not again.
Hoping to get better through this Writetober. I have no clue what I wrote so I’m sorry 
Kris Writes Worlds 
Day 2 – Mindless
Monotonous. Grey. Beige. Boring. Soe’s schedule is as follows; wake up, get dressed, go to Mocha Joey’s, get a large Hazelnut coffee (extra light), resent, resent, resent and show up at Doa’s to have her soul sucked out with every tick of the clock.
But today, she walked out of her job without telling anyone and is in pursuit of figuring out what the fuck happened to this random woman who happened to call her store and told her about what was actually her suicide.
‘What am I even doing?’ She would doubt her sanity, stop in her tracks then just mindlessly start walking toward the direction her gps was telling her to walk to.
‘Is this the right thing to do? I don’t even know….’ She stopped thinking when she saw the red and blue lights reflecting off one of the small stores lined up down the street. She didn’t even realize where she was. The big, bustling and noisy downtown area surrounded by skyskrapers was now a little suburban street, quiet with little mom and pop shops lining the streets.
She put her phone in her pocket and ran up to the street sign on the corner. “Raymond Street”, she whispered to herself, confirming what she was seeing. Her walk now became a run. She ran up to the scene when she was then stopped by a police officer.
He was young, looked like he had just graduated the academy. “Sorry ma’am, we have an investigation going on.”
“What happened?” Soe asked. She looked past the officer, looking at the number 54 on the mailbox. ‘They found it….” A sense of relief washed over her.
As the man went to open his mouth, two officers walked out, signaling to wrap it up. “This house is abandoned. It’s been abandoned for about 3 years. The – ”
“This is the address she gave me! There has to be something here. Maybe she was the previous owner or tenant? Don’t you have records of that?! ”
“Ah, Miss Soe, was it?” The voice was encroaching on her from behind, raspy and low.
Soe whipped around to face a 6 foot tall black man in an officer’s uniform. His presence alone was intimidating. She had no idea where he even came from or how she missed him.
“Y-yes. That’s right. This woman said this address and something a-about a…” she was cut off.
“Yes, I understand. We will do some digging but for right now, noone is present at the property. We will search the records. I did say I’d get back to you, right?”
“Y….yes but I…”
“I’m a man of my word. Now if you will excuse us, we will be doing our jobs. Perhaps you could do me a favor?” He looked down at her, an eyebrow up.
“Sure.” It came out curt. She was getting frustrated. ‘They’re not gonna do anything’
The man paused a moment. He felt her angry but eventually continued on with his request.
“Go into the caller ID and see if there is a number. If not, we will request Doa’s phone records to see if we can track anyone down. In the meantime, hold onto this if anything else comes up.” The man sounded warm. As though he was actually trying to be helpful in calming her nerves.
Soe took the card and looked at the name.
‘Lieutenant Perry Kaylor’
“If I don’t do my job, feel free to call and yell at me.” He gave her a smile then walked away to huddle and talk to his subordinates.
Soe watched for 30 minutes as they talked it out, shared notes and eventually went back into their cruisers and drove off.
Ring, ring ring. Her phone went off. She jumped a little bit but picked it up without looking. It was her boss.
“WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?!” She was boiling. Soe was probably going to be jobless soon. “You can’t just fucking leave your post and not tell anyone. What are you thinking?! You get your ass back here. We need to talk about your fut-”
Click.
There were more important things to do. Guess she’s gonna have to hope the police get their phone records. Right now, she had something to do.
She walked closer and closer to the house. It was run down. The only blinds left were completely mangled in a beautiful bay window that had dust for days. The paint was fading, turning a weird yellow color from the sun exposure. It had a porch on the 1st floor. The beams were cracked and the stairs leading up to it were chipped, with holes in it. It might have been painted white in it’s glory days but now it was just beat up wood with patches of white.
There was only one mailbox. ‘Is this just a one family…?’
She was confused. The woman had said second floor. She had just assumed it was a two family home. Like the apartment she lived in.
She reached into the mailbox and felt nothing at the bottom.
‘It’s fake.’
She punched down and heard a pop. Something had lifted up and suddenly there was open space. She reached down further. She heard the clinging of metal on metal and she scooped up the culprit making the noise.
She held it. The key. The one the woman was talking about. It was there. Now it all became real. ‘If only the cop would’ve heard me out…’
‘Second floor’
She nervously looked at the door. Was it even open?
She put her hand on the handle and slowly turned until she heard the click. She let go and the door seemed to open on its own. A stench of moth balls and mold eminated out the door. In front of Soe, a set of stairs going to the 2nd floor.
The adrenaline was pumping. Her heart was racing. ‘This can’t be real. What am I doing?’
Doubt began clouding her mind. Fear was taking hold. She was paralyzed on what to do next.
One step forward. She wasn’t sure what she was doing or why she was even here but something was pulling her to continue. She needed to get to the bottom of what this all was. ‘I need to finish what I started. There are others.’ Then, another step.
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