Psycho Apartment Novels & Stories

Then the boys found our other apartment in the same building. It isn’t until apartment 3 that I fall in love. It’s perfect. Open windows. Similar to ours back in Boston. And what’s even better there are two across the hall from each other. In our price range? check. Open windows? check. Double sink? check. Big kitchen? check with lots of bench space for baking. “It even has space for a living room slash office.” Kingston says as we finish our final inspection before making an offer. The anxiety in my chest eases when we sign our names. Committing for a year beginning August. As Josie and Austen sign as well. It’s offical we will be neighbours in New York.

“I wrote, ‘Sorry about using your apartment. Hope this takes care of it.’ Then I’m leaving this.” He fans out a bunch of hundreds. I stop, dumbfounded. “How much is that?!” “Two thousand bucks.” “Huh…” I calculate in my head just how much money it would take to make me feel better about two strangers breaking into my place and using it as their own personal crash pad/sex palace. I would probably want to get a new mattress. And these folks had a nice mattress. “Better make it three,” I suggest. The most brutal thing of all is that there’s no coffee.

The plasters have left the walls a long ago and most of the doors are either fixed or hanging on the hinges. "Which apartment number, Brady?" I ask Brady in a whisper. "Apartment number- 17, Boss." He tells me and it doesn't take me a minute to locate the last apartment on the first floor. The noises coming from the neighbors, both drunken husbands yelling on wives and children screaming in front of the television. The air only reeks of grease, alcohol and tobacco. How can someone live with families in such shitty place and what future these kids will have? "Oh..stop..you animal..ahh..You're hurting me now." A woman moans while the bed is slamming against the wall.

I waited an hour for the landlord to entertain me when I arrived. I've never been more frightened in my life. I'm sitting in that office, picturing Mario bursting through the door in a fit of paranoia and fatigue. It was so genuine that it gave me the creeps. I was only starting to relax when the landlord summoned his assistant to show me around the apartment, which was just a few blocks away. I pretended to ask 20 questions like my mother did before agreeing to take the apartment . The cash I have left is enough to pay for this place for a whole year. Enough to buy a few furnitures, I have to find work in the next couple of days.

"Don't follow me. Wait for my mom and tell her I'll be back soon." It was already dark outside as Gina hurried to the pharmacy. She had known that she would never be able to stab Cole and it was easier to poison him. She wasn't sure she could do it but she had to try. After purchasing the drug she needed, she continued to Cole's apartment, hoping he hadn't yet found a girl to spend the night with. He wouldn't let her in if so. She knocked twice but no one answered so decided to turn the knob and it opened. This was even better since she could just add the drug to the drinks in his fridge and leave. No one would ever suspect her.

I have so much to make up for. I am also upset about the part of town she lives in. When we walked in, there were grown men standing right outside the apartment. They had to have been selling drugs. Women were walking around like hookers. Her apartment is so tiny. The paint is chipping off the walls, and you can see roaches crawling around. The living room smelled like marijuana; there were beer bottles and cigarette buds everywhere. It looked like Ebony's room was the only clean one in there. It upset me how little Ebony had. Her bed was a single mattress, and she had an old desk and chair. She didn't have many clothes, and the only pair of shoes were the ones she had on.

I feel like I’m cheating on Alex if I am with you. Eva didn’t say the words out of her throat. She opened and closed her mouth to say something but nothing came out. “Never mind. Sit down.” She finally said and walked away towards the kitchen. She rent a small apartment for herself. The living room was the main room of this apartment. To the left from the door is the kitchen with mini bar on it which function as the dining table with two chairs. Across the living room, the are two doors. One is for the bedroom and another for the bathroom.

Although the music is loud, with him being so close, I can hear him clearly. Stone sees me, gaze meeting mine, and I stiffen in front of Haeden when he presses his front against my back. Why does the house feel so small, now? "Upstairs is a room for the drugs. Pot and coke. Unfortunately that's all I had tonight. Not that I think you'll do it." He chuckles, breath fanning across my skin. "Lets not forget the other rooms are meant for fucking." He lists off their entertainment for his guests tonight.

“ It is ideal for you two lovebirds.” “We are not-“ “I can’t wait to see it.” Justin cut me off again. “We are not a couple. This apartment is for you not us.” I whispered to him. “Really?” He grinned slyly. I poked him in the ribs. The apartment was located in a nice, cozy, safe looking neighborhood. And Hannah was right it was perfect. It was new, large ,with two bedrooms, a large living room, kitchen and dining room. I checked out the plumbing, and wiring. They were in good condition.

The task felt even more impossible. __________________________________________ The next week was a whirlwind of panic and cheap takeout. Finding an apartment in Bluewhale in five days felt like trying to win the lottery. We got stupid lucky and found a cramped, echoey two-bedroom apartment above a laundromat. The floors tilted, and the bathroom faucet screamed when you turned it on, but it had a lock on the door and a school two blocks away. That was enough. We moved in with our sad collection of boxes.