2 in The Landlord

  • March 19, 2022, 9:06 p.m.
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“I hope we won’t have to see the landlord too often,” said Amanda as she brushed her straight blonde hair which fell to the middle of her back.

“Why is that?” asked Patrick as he unpacked and hung his clothes in the bedroom closet.

“I don’t know. There’s just something off about him. I saw something weird in his eyes.”

“Something weird in his eyes?” asked Patrick, confused.

“Yeah, it was almost like he was staring right through me in some kind of deep-seated and mysterious rage. That’s the only way I know how to describe it.”

Patrick chuckled as he approached his girlfriend from behind and wrapped his arms around her waist. He nuzzled his cheek against hers and said, “I think someone is just stressed out.”

“Not at all. These are fun, happy times,” Amanda said gazing at her boyfriend in the mirror in front of them. “But I know I saw something. I just can’t explain what it was.”

“Hmm,” said Patrick.

“Pretty sure something’s not right, but I don’t know what. Then again, maybe it’s just how the guy is all the time. I just don’t know. I only hope we don’t have to have much contact with the creepy guy.”

“You think he’s creepy? He’s just an old guy.”

“He looks like your average Joe most of the time. I only saw that strange look a couple of times and it only lasted a few seconds. As I said, I can’t really explain it or put a finger on just what it was I saw. Only that it made me uncomfortable.”

“Relax. He’s harmless, no doubt. I’ll drop the rent off myself and you’ll never have to see him.”

Amanda smiled.

But see him, she would.

Two days later, she was heading out to an elderly patient’s home when he scared the shit out of her. She stepped outside the apartment door and onto the wooden landing at the top of the flight of stairs that led up to the place. She’d just locked the door and turned around and there he was. She hadn’t even seen or heard him climb the stairs. How could the stairs not have creaked under the guy’s heavy weight?

“Oh!” exclaimed Amanda. “You startled me.”

“Oh,” said the landlord with a slight chuckle. “Sorry ‘bout that. I saw one of you was parked here and was just coming to see how you were getting settled in.”

Amanda studied the landlord’s face. All looked normal but that didn’t make her any less uncomfortable around him. “We’re doing great. I’m on my way to a patient’s home right now, so I’m afraid I don’t have time to chat much.”

She moved to the top stair and the landlord didn’t object.

“You have our cell numbers, right?”

“Yeah, I’m sure I’ve got them.”

“If you ever want to save yourself a trip and give us a call, we’ll be sure to call you back as soon as we can.”

The two headed down the stairs and the landlord said, “Oh, okay then. As long as you’re doing okay, and you don’t need anything.”

“Nope, we’re fine, but I thank you very much for checking on us. I’ll let Patrick know you stopped by.”

The landlord gave a curt nod and a quick tight smile as he headed to his car at the same time Amanda headed to hers. She was just about to tell herself, see? He’s just an ordinary aging guy who owns and rents a few apartments. Nothing more, nothing less. There is no monster lurking within.

But then she glanced in his direction after unlocking her car door and found him staring directly at her in a way that resembled an enraged psycho trying desperately to keep it together. It was just like it had been in the bedroom. His face was angled downward and his eyes gazed upward under his eyebrows, boring into her with intense and unexplainable hatred, unlike anything she’d ever seen before in her life. If looks could kill, she’d be dead on the spot. This wasn’t a curious stare. It wasn’t even a perverted stare. It was a look as if to say, I want to kill you, you fucking bitch. And I want to make you suffer while I do it!

“Is everything else okay?” she asked, staring over the roof of her car and trying to keep her voice steady.

In an instant, his expression normalized once again. He nodded.

“Okay, well, if there isn’t anything else, I’ll be off now. Sorry I was in such a hurry.”

He gave a slight shake of his head and wave of a hand indicating it was no big deal. Then he was off in a flash and Amanda exhaled a huge sigh of relief.

So much for not seeing much of the landlord.


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