Sunday, April 5, 2009

A MURDERER SHOWS UP

You don't just hope a dream returns and then presto, you go to bed that night and you start dreaming of what you dreamt about the night before all over again. Well, all I can do is hope that one evening when I lie my head down on my soft pillow, when I feel my soft sheets covering my body as I lay on my bed, I will fall asleep into slumber land and dream of my European voyage that led me into the narrow alley ways of a place I want to return to. So much for that.

The other night, a visitor showed up looking all wired and thought he was just high. As time took it's toll, he revealed something to me that made me think I could be a part of what took place just a few hours prior to entering my apartment, 'by association', I guess you can say. He looked a mess, but I usually don't really care what someones clothes look like, but as he started to 'unravel' he was boasting how he stabbed someone to death, then robbed him and made off with the guys money and dumped the body in a big cardboard box. I just sat there with my eyes wide out and my mouth dropped to the floor. And now he was here? It was odd that he didn't have any blood on him. So, was he making it up? This wasn't the time to find out. This guy was messed up more then I thought and he had to leave. I played it off like I was about to get a phone call and that it was urgent I get it and to take of care of a problem I was dealing with and I needed to be alone to do so. He at first told me he wasn't leaving, at least not so soon. I got concerned, so I made a quick call to a friend who knows what to do when a situation should begin to get out of hand. Without many words, I hung up the phone.

I'm sitting there with this man who is now swaying back and forth on the edge of my bed, assuming any minute now he will fall and bust his head wide open. Maybe that would be good, this way at least I would drag him out or something. So I casually get to the door, open it and ask him to leave as 'my friend' is now showing up any minute. As previously mentioned, I am the 'secret keeper'. Many of my visitors have told me secrets that would never leave my apartment, never revealed from these lips, but this, this was maybe the exception to the rule, a murder just committed, where the murderer himself has entered my apartment and now left with all the bad energy that infultraded my space. So what do I do? Do I keep quiet, do I tell? Telling would mean to call the police and have this guy arrested. But, if I do this, would he know who ratted him out? And was it true to begin with? If so, he knows where I live. He can always come back. I can be his next victim. So I shut up and say nothing. I just hope life brings his victim to justice, and hope my visitor gets what he desevers.

There was no playing, no fun and games with this sicko that just left my apartment, and thanking the heavens above he left willingly and without a problem. What if he didn't want to leave? What if he made an issue of staying longer then I wanted him to? I called my friend and told him things were cool, that a potenial problem staring into my eyes, perhaps a victim himself had left. Just another day in the life of Ava in apt.9? Perhaps.