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lem,” Jackie says cheerfully. “When you havin’ this?”
“Friday?” Melissa asks, while looking at Sarah for approval.
“Friday sounds fine,” says Sarah.
“Where you crashin’ at?” Jackie asks.
“Down in the Ironbound section at L Avenue in the old brick
building on the corner, apartment 3B,” replies Melissa.
With a puzzled expression, Jackie wrinkles her eyebrows and
twists her lips. “There ain’t no buildings on L Ave. Not any you
could live in.”
“Well, that’s where we stay,” says Melissa.
“Naw, I was just livin’ on L about a few months back, around
the old factories, and the only buildin’ was this little brick one on
the corner. And that was burnt up. It had no floors, no walls...
nothin’. I should know. I slept in the old metal factory next
door.”
“You’ve got to be confused, you comin’?” asks Sarah.
“Don’t worry about that, me and the girls will be there.”
“We gonna head on out to grab somethin’ to eat. We’ll see ya
Friday,” says Sarah.
“All right, see you there.”
Unnoticed by any of the women, Marty stands close by and
hears the entire conversation.
“I knew them bitches got money, I knew it! And they probably
got more. I think me and Silas gotta check this place out. See what
we can get,” he quietly says to himself as he rolls off the wall,
heading back to the dice game.
3
L
ater on that evening, the full moon hangs high in the twilight sky as a group of three men approaches the small
brick building. All wearing tattered jeans and T-shirts, they
raise no suspicion in the abandoned neighborhood.
“This place looks awful nice to be abandoned,” Marty states.
“W-w-what are y-y-you t-t-t-talkin about?” Donald questions.
“Shh! You dumb mutha-fuckas, somebody might hear us, and
you, you stuttering son of a bitch, you only here to help carry shit,
so I don’t even want to hear your mouth,” Silas states with authority.
Unknown to the three men, Sarah and Melissa are not home
and don’t intend to return this evening. They are elsewhere, hanging at some of their old hangouts, drinking. Furthermore, and
more importantly, the three men do not notice the watchful eyes
that gaze at them from above. Watching their every move, the eyes
pan left to right, ensuring they don’t lose sight of the men.
“Ch-ch-check th-th-the d-d-door.”
“I told you, I don’t what to hear your talk, now shut up. I know
what to do!” Silas says while the other two follow him into the narrow hallway. “Damn, they left the door open,” Silas quietly whispers as he gently pushes his way in. “What apartment, Marty?”
“3B,” Marty replies.
The quiet watchful eyes drift, accompanying the men who
stumble in the dimly lit corridor, searching for apartment 3B.
Abnormally large water bugs scurry along the dark burgundy carpet. The trespassers feel uneasy.
“Man, I hate bugs. Hey, here’s the door.” Marty squashes one
of the bugs with his shoe. As he drags his foot to scrape off the
remains, he tries the door quietly, then flicks open his rusty blade.
At first, the door doesn’t open, but as he turns to tell the others,
it creeps open with an eerie squeak that sends chills. The door
opens wide and the well-groomed room is revealed. “They live in
this fancy place?” Marty wonders. Silas steps toward the opening,
stretching his neck for a better view.
“I knew it, I could tell by the door downstairs and the fancy
halls this place was nothin’ but money,” Silas assures himself of a
big score.
“L-L-Let’s g-g-get th-th-the stuff a-and g-g-go...th-th-this place
g-g-gimme the cr-r-reeps.” As Donald trips over his speech and
drools, the other men just laugh at him while they creep into the
bedroom, reassuring themselves the place is empty.
“Man, relax, chill out a bit. We’ll leave soon,” says Marty. He
sticks his knife directly into the seat cushion of the love seat while
he chomps on an apple he discovered in the
lem,” Jackie says cheerfully. “When you havin’ this?”
“Friday?” Melissa asks, while looking at Sarah for approval.
“Friday sounds fine,” says Sarah.
“Where you crashin’ at?” Jackie asks.
“Down in the Ironbound section at L Avenue in the old brick
building on the corner, apartment 3B,” replies Melissa.
With a puzzled expression, Jackie wrinkles her eyebrows and
twists her lips. “There ain’t no buildings on L Ave. Not any you
could live in.”
“Well, that’s where we stay,” says Melissa.
“Naw, I was just livin’ on L about a few months back, around
the old factories, and the only buildin’ was this little brick one on
the corner. And that was burnt up. It had no floors, no walls...
nothin’. I should know. I slept in the old metal factory next
door.”
“You’ve got to be confused, you comin’?” asks Sarah.
“Don’t worry about that, me and the girls will be there.”
“We gonna head on out to grab somethin’ to eat. We’ll see ya
Friday,” says Sarah.
“All right, see you there.”
Unnoticed by any of the women, Marty stands close by and
hears the entire conversation.
“I knew them bitches got money, I knew it! And they probably
got more. I think me and Silas gotta check this place out. See what
we can get,” he quietly says to himself as he rolls off the wall,
heading back to the dice game.
3
L
ater on that evening, the full moon hangs high in the twilight sky as a group of three men approaches the small
brick building. All wearing tattered jeans and T-shirts, they
raise no suspicion in the abandoned neighborhood.
“This place looks awful nice to be abandoned,” Marty states.
“W-w-what are y-y-you t-t-t-talkin about?” Donald questions.
“Shh! You dumb mutha-fuckas, somebody might hear us, and
you, you stuttering son of a bitch, you only here to help carry shit,
so I don’t even want to hear your mouth,” Silas states with authority.
Unknown to the three men, Sarah and Melissa are not home
and don’t intend to return this evening. They are elsewhere, hanging at some of their old hangouts, drinking. Furthermore, and
more importantly, the three men do not notice the watchful eyes
that gaze at them from above. Watching their every move, the eyes
pan left to right, ensuring they don’t lose sight of the men.
“Ch-ch-check th-th-the d-d-door.”
“I told you, I don’t what to hear your talk, now shut up. I know
what to do!” Silas says while the other two follow him into the narrow hallway. “Damn, they left the door open,” Silas quietly whispers as he gently pushes his way in. “What apartment, Marty?”
“3B,” Marty replies.
The quiet watchful eyes drift, accompanying the men who
stumble in the dimly lit corridor, searching for apartment 3B.
Abnormally large water bugs scurry along the dark burgundy carpet. The trespassers feel uneasy.
“Man, I hate bugs. Hey, here’s the door.” Marty squashes one
of the bugs with his shoe. As he drags his foot to scrape off the
remains, he tries the door quietly, then flicks open his rusty blade.
At first, the door doesn’t open, but as he turns to tell the others,
it creeps open with an eerie squeak that sends chills. The door
opens wide and the well-groomed room is revealed. “They live in
this fancy place?” Marty wonders. Silas steps toward the opening,
stretching his neck for a better view.
“I knew it, I could tell by the door downstairs and the fancy
halls this place was nothin’ but money,” Silas assures himself of a
big score.
“L-L-Let’s g-g-get th-th-the stuff a-and g-g-go...th-th-this place
g-g-gimme the cr-r-reeps.” As Donald trips over his speech and
drools, the other men just laugh at him while they creep into the
bedroom, reassuring themselves the place is empty.
“Man, relax, chill out a bit. We’ll leave soon,” says Marty. He
sticks his knife directly into the seat cushion of the love seat while
he chomps on an apple he discovered in the
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