You didn’t need a Buzz Feed questionnaire to know that Stella was bad company.
Let me ask you a very simple question, who walks around at two am in a a ghost town that looks like a remake of a scene from Night of the living dead?
No need to guess, I’ll tell you, cheating spouses, that’s who.
Which I certainly wouldn’t be if l had never met Stella in the first place cause let’s be honest if it weren’t for her, one:
I would never have known how to roll up a joint, which got me high enough to have the courage to walk out while my husband was watching a football match between nobody knows and nobody cares.
I would never have met Jared if Stella hadn’t introduced me to him in the first place and encouraged me to go out with him knowing full well that I was married.
Her theory was, what Patrick (my husband) didn’t know wouldn’t kill him. Well it’ll certainly be the death of me. Walking out that late at night in the city couldn’t have been safe. I knew watching all those horror movies would come to bite me in the ass one day.
I could hear the rats preparing my eminent death with all their movement and talk about the stupid howls. I couldn’t understand how active animals could possibly be at 2am in the morning.
Let me give you a life lesson that you’ll probably never know if you’re nothing like me; we’ll call it The Night Runner Handbook 101, every noise is 100 times greater at night.
The echo from the tapping of my heels sounded like a bomb explosion, it was insane, it was unnerving, it was just too damn loud.
I tried walking faster but the faster I walked, the louder everything got and then like a crazy plot twist:
To say it freaked me out would be a huge understatement. Why on earth did my ringtone have to be so damn loud?
I cursed and took out my phone. It was Patrick, my husband.
“Joy, where are you?”
“What do you mean? Am on my way home.”
“Home from where?”
“From Stella’s, I told you….”
“Well I’m at Stella’s right now.”
“Well I just left…” I lied.
“I have been here for the past two hours worried out of my mind, Joy where are you?” He asked again, this time in a clippy tone.
“Who is it? Is it Simon?”
Simon? My boss? Did he think me of low standards like that? The guy was 5’4 and bald.
“What? I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I lied yet again.
“No…no … No…… I know who it is, its that tall guy who was bragging about that stupid marathon, what’s his name? James? Jack? John?… No!…..Jared! It’s him isn’t it?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about….”
“Don’t lie to me Joy! I know you’re sleeping with him. I can’t believe you. You brought him to Seth’s birthday party”
Seth was my son, “you brought your lover into my house, to our son’s birthday party, how could you?”
“Shut up Joy! I can’t believe you’d do this to me! After all I’ve done for you! I stopped talking to my mother because of you! You ungrateful wench!”
“You better not show your face here ever again, if you do, I’ll take those heels you love so much and gauge your eyes out!” That psychotic speech was accompanied by a loud noise from the corner.
Let’s go over the setting of that scenario for a moment. It was at 2, 2:30 am, I was in the middle of nowhere, alone, my husband had just told me that he’d gauge my eyes and there was a loud noise out of God knows where, that may or may not have been a psychopath coming after me or some crazy animal that had escaped from an experimental lab; so it should come as no surprise to you that I dropped my phone and made a run for it.
My husband may or may not have been there, my husband may or may not have been a potential crazy murderer, I was not taking my chances. I ran as far as my heels could take me, which wasn’t far, I was barely 100m away from my original position before one of my heels broke and I fell to the ground.
Talk about tragic ending.
I lay there for about five minutes, my eyesight blurry, my feet in pain, my back in pain, my head bleeding profusely before I came to, and what did I see. A man crouching next to me.
I screamed, naturally.
You didn’t have to be a horror movie fanatic to know the beginning of one.
“Calm down, I’m not going to hurt you,” I screamed again.
“Why are you screaming you psycho?” He screamed back. I tried crawling away from him to save myself from him like the overly dramatic person I am.
He just stood there and laughed.
“This isn’t a thriller, weirdo. Come on let’s get you to a hospital.”
And that ladies and gentlemen is how I met my current husband.
Writing in response to : https://mythsofthemirror.com/2019/03/01/march-speculative-fiction-prompt/