I have a friend who I am going to refer to as Fred. A few days ago, Fred cut off all communication with me and everyone else he knew. I eventually decided to visit Fred's apartment to see what happened. When I meet with Fred, he was acting extremely paranoid. The outside and inside of his place looked like a madman had been living in it, and Fred did not look any better.
When I first arrived at his apartment complex, I went to the front desk to see if the workers knew anything. They ended up not knowing any information on Fred’s current situation, but they were holding his mail since his mailbox had completely filled up. Upon arriving at Fred’s apartment, I noticed multiple things out of the ordinary. I first noticed that his windows
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The door then slowly creaked open wide enough for me to see one of his eyes through crooked, bent glasses. When he recognized me, he swung open the door, yanked me in, and relocked every single lock in mere seconds. The horrible smell of the room and Fred hit me immediately. He smelt like he had not cleaned himself, in any way, for the past month. When I turned to look at him, I thought I was looking at a homeless madman. He was wearing torn clothes that had changed color from the amount of filth that they had accumulated. He was wearing his regular glasses, however they were bent and shattered. He was also wearing a metal colander on his head and holding a whisk as if it were a sword. The small amount of hair that I could see under the colander was unkempt and thinning. He was also much thinner than he was the last time we …show more content…
While he was rambling about whoever They are, I decided to look around. There were a large number of spaghetti taco wrappers littering the room. I suspected that was all he had been eating. I could not check if he had any other food since he had a padlock on every drawer and cabinet. I then noticed that the bathroom was being held shut with a chair and caution tape, and the kitchen sink smelt like an outhouse. When I questioned him, he said, “They might try to come through the sewers, so I barricaded the door.” Next, I noticed that his phone and computer on his desk were smashed. He told me that They were spying on his with his electronics, so he smashed them. After a little more explaining of who They were, which provided literally no information, Fred led me to his crumb and stain covered couch. Fred then pushed the couch aside revealing thirty-eight tally marks carved into the wall. He said, “This is how long I have been hiding from Them, but they are still after me.” I could not take much more of this, so I soon thought of an excuse to leave. After a few minutes of reassuring Fred that They would not come after me too, I headed
John didn’t want to take the trash out because it was putrid, the smell was just rancid. Later, John and Lorraine decided to throw a party, Lorraine didn’t want to throw the party at first but later went along with it. John was a very heavy drinker, it was like an avocation, he did it all the time. You would always find him at the cemetery behind a grave, he was very nocturnal They only wanted a certain amount of kids there but the kids kept bringing more people, and soon enough it was a full house. They made and ate a whole bunch of food, there were hors d’oeuvres everywhere. Norton found out about the party and he smashed most of Mr.Pignati’s pigs. He was acting in an antagonistic manner. He was a very ingrate person, he didn’t care about anything, all he cared about was himself. Additionally, Mr.Pignatti came home to a house full of teenagers partying, he was not happy. John and Lorraine were mortified and got arrested and taken back to their houses. Lorraine knew she had gotten herself into a predicament when the police were taking them back to their houses. Lorraine kept telling prevarications to her mother because her mom is very strict when Lorraine is around men. She was very had a satisfying proficiency when it came to her mom; she always told lie after lie and never got caught, until
It was close upon four before the door opened, and a drunken-looking groom, ill-kempt and side-whiskered with an inflamed face and disreputable clothes, walked into the room. Accustomed as I was to my friend’s amazing powers in the use of disguises, I had to look th...
He strolled by a police patrolled park about six blocks from his apartment. The park, as it was on most nights, was completely empty. He turned down a short side street in order to loop back to his apartment when he first noticed him. At the far end of the street, on his side, was a silhouette of a man. He was a very slender man with long arms and legs. He had what looked like a very slim fitting, tailored, pinstripe suit. It was hard for him to make out the face. He didn’t think anything of it and thought it was just muddled lush.
All of a sudden the floorboards cracked and the man chasing me had fallen through the floor. When I looked down all I saw was darkness, but that was when the lights in the hallway came on and the man had been impaled on one of the shattered floorboards. Only then had I realised that this entire time I had tears rolling down my face and I suddenly felt awfully sick in the stomach and my body felt saw. I needed to leave, I headed towards the staircase to make my way down, but as I did this, the front door slammed shut. A large man holding a butcher’s knife in both hands stood before me and the front door. They started walking up the stairs, I tried to move but I was stuck in a state of shock. When they reached me they raised the butcher’s knife to my throat and whispered in my ear “Tell anyone about this place and we’ll make money out of your body too”. I gulped, and tried to respond but I was frozen in fear. They walked past me, and once I had regained myself, I left through the front door. When I got home I took the bag off of my back and had a cigarette to recollect myself and started planning for when I would burn down the
This man portrays a sad, non-confident, scared life as we can see on the lines 1 to 3. We experience first hand the lack of control, the terrorizing feelings this door holds for this child:
While Myron and I were dating, he was a very likeable person and he always seemed fine when we were together. He was very smart, intelligent and also very hard working. When we broke up, he moved to Wewahitchka with his grandmother, which was in Florida. We had been dating for around 15 months before he left, but his apparent mental disorder had only been steadily progressing for the last several weeks, and the last couple of days had been the worst they’ve ever been. I now believe the reasons why he left, got a new job and went to a different place is because he seriously felt paranoid, as if he were being spied on and he felt like he had to leave to get away from it.
In the writing of Narrative of Fredrick Douglass, Fredrick Douglass is aware of the audience he was writing for so was about solidify the point he was trying to send across. It also gave him the opportunity to be both the narrator and the protagonist, this act of writing help give his audience a proper vision of the story he is telling.
Patient friend who he reports staying with for the past for months was contacted. She reports patient has been staying with for 4 months and his behavior has change. The friend reports the patient has been becoming more angry, sad, and has isolated his self more. She reports today the patient was very anger and stated, " I want to go back to New York to kill everybody that has done me wrong, show them what respect is, I have nothing to lose."
A calm crisp breeze circled my body as I sat emerged in my thoughts, hopes, and memories. The rough bark on which I sat reminded me of the rough road many people have traveled, only to end with something no one in human form can contemplate.
I woke up to the sound of footsteps and voices pacing back and forth. From what I could establish I was in an industrialized room, which consisted only of a small bed and bathroom. I moved my eyes down and found myself wrapped in blankets. I yanked the blanket off only to discover bandages covering my arms and legs. Where am I? I asked myself. I began to hear keys rattling I shifted my head towards the steel door, as it suddenly opened. A broad, muscular man dressed in a navy officer uniform abruptly said “You’re Ralph, yes?” I instantly felt a strange sense of security hearing a mature voice.
After what seemed like an eternity of rigorous tests and dealing with the painful longing of wanting to hold a precious baby of my own in my arms, it happened; my dreams at long last came true. I was pregnant! But something happened; I felt my world come crashing down. The thought of bringing another life into this world terrified me.
went to sit down on the sofa. A few minuets later my food was ready
I notice the dark red paint was peeling from the mailbox, leaving behind nothing but old rust. Railings that had once ensured children's safety were now dented and falling apart. The stairs leading up to the main door were collapsed in; splintered wood laying in a large pile. I got a creepy feeling when I looked at it all. Chills ran up my spine.
Thumbs Out A girlfriend of mine once defended me to her father by saying, calmly, “Not everyone who wanders is lost.” The dad kicked me out of the house anyway. But the damage had been done. Not everyone who wanders is lost.
And there he was. He followed me down every block just a few paces behind me stopping whenever I did and turned at every corner. I recall it was a chilling night, one I would never forget. There was almost an eerie feeling as soon as I had locked up the shop, I could feel someone staring at me from the building across. The dark presence of a slender man caught my eye in the dimly lit street, he didn’t dare to hide himself standing under the street light, face right at me. It was hard to make out his facial features from what seemed like scars and several stitches along his eye. As the fog rolled in and the cold wind whispered, I decided to walk home. Hazzy abandoned apartments and dead, amber leaves that have fallen weeks before made the walk bloodcurdling. What was normally a fifteen minute walk home seemed like hour.