the room I am renting
is being redeveloped into student housing. Look at’em line up. Freshers.
It looks like, from here, that the whole ramshackle building has been torn apart.
Everything I have ever owned has been compacted into a block.
It turns out that all the houses I have ever lived in
Are being joined into a fancy new development, a modern complex.
Cozy scandinavian interiors and all.
Including the big haunted house from my teens, in which I lived again in my mid twenties, after uni.
Those long nights alone in the dark, creeping through the never ending corridors.
But now, please… let me access the room I was renting. It turns out that very room was part of the haunted house.
On certain nights, up until quite recently…
I could still feel the touch of her cold hand. The light was on, and I was not frightened.
Just a touch of the old chill.
It turns out that the room I am renting is now part of a fun scary ride, a theme park.
Only for children, just like back then.
This is the way in: vampires only, please.
After you, sir.
No need to be afraid. It’s just a fun ride.
there is always some element of real life and truth in fiction. yet fiction is fiction.