Home Sweet Home

you are not krall

'Night Krall?'

I was shocked.

I was about to say something to the Baron, but I could see that he had already died again.

My mind immediately shifted to other topics.

'What had happened to Ethel Sueann?'

'How did the Baron know my name?'

'Why was Russell kissing me?'

'What is that awful smell?'

I lifted my arm and sniffed.

"Shit. I really need a shower."

It suddenly struck me that I had nothing with me at all.

"I need to get to my apartment and get my shit."

I went to the ensuite. There was towels and such there and I could just put on my same clothes.

I turned on the shower, closed and locked the door ...

I have no idea why I did that, considering the only people here were ghosts and doors were really not an issue for them.

... and I undressed.

The water was perfect. There was soap and shampoo and even conditioner on a shelf in the shower. And it didn't look like it had been there 20 years.

There was definitely something strange about this place.

"Ya think, Krall," I laughed aloud.

Ghosts, talking crows, creaking doors ...

Creaking doors?

Why was I hearing a creaking door?

A creaking door that I had locked.

Why is the shower scene from 'Psycho' playing in my head?

"Hello," I said, gingerly. "Norman?"

Why did I say that name?

Why do I keep asking myself questions?

"Is there anybody out there?"

Why did I sing that line?

Damn you 'Pink Floyd'.

"Hello."

I heard the door close again.

I turned off the shower and opened the curtain, just enough to peek into the room.

Nothing.

Well almost nothing.

There, neatly folded on the vanity, was clothes.

Jeans, underwear, socks and a shirt.

I stepped out of the shower and stared around.

No one.

I tried the underwear.

They fit.