Hello Friends! I realize that I missed posting a story last week. I’m sorry! I was on vacation and the internet at the hotel I was staying at sucked. So, I posted nothing last week. Actually, I didn’t read or write much last week. It was weird. It was a nice vacation though.
Anyways, let’s get into the story!
I live across the street from a lady. Just 2 weeks ago I noticed her walking to her back yard with a tray of food. She doesn’t have any pets, as the neighborhood I live in doesn’t allow pets.
I am not a social person and I don’t get into other’s business, but I am curious. I had made a decision to introduce myself to my neighbor and I planned on finding out what she was doing with the food she takes to her back yard. Maybe she is hiding a secret pet that she hoped no one would notice. Well, I noticed and I am going to find out.
I walked to the old lady’s house right at sunset. Just about an hour before her usual routine and I knock on her door. I noticed the name on the mailbox was ‘Foster.’
“Hello, Mrs. Foster.” I say as the lady opens the door.
“Hello, Lizzie.” I smile, but wonder how the old lady knows my name. Maybe she has been reading my mail, or maybe she has been watching me like I have been watching her. “What can I do for you?”
“Well, I noticed every night you take food to your back yard.” I say, getting straight to the point. I did mention that I am not a social person right?
“Yes, that is correct.” The old lady says with a smile. She steps back and motions for me to come into the house. I walked in and she shut the door behind me. My flight reflexes were lighting up at this point, but I thought ‘it’s an old lady, what could she do?’ I wish I had listened to myself.
“I am just finishing up the tray for tonight, would you like to help?” I shrugged off my unease and followed Mrs. Foster to her kitchen.
“What do you do with the food?” I ask as she starts cutting up the apples.
“I feed it to my pet.” I knew it! I almost jumped for joy, but I held back.
“Your pet has great taste in food.” I say, looking at the tray of meats, cheese and fruit. “What kind of pet do you have?”
“Why don’t you come with me and see. You will love him.” I am a sucker for animals so I didn’t resist. Why didn’t I resist? Why didn’t I listen to my instincts? Why did I have to be the curious cat?
“Sure thing, Mrs. Foster. I would love to meet your pet.” I grab the tray off the counter. “You do know that we are not allowed to have pets, right?” I ask as I follow Mrs. Foster out the front door and around the house.
“Yes.” She says. “The contract said no dogs, cats, or anything with fur or feathers.” She laughed. “I found a way around the contract, so should I be caught with my pets, I wouldn’t be in trouble with the landlord.”
We made our way to a door at the back of the house. Mrs. Foster fished out a key from her pocket, it was one of those old style skeleton keys. It was old and rusty. I almost ran then. I almost made up and excuse to suddenly need to go home, but again I told myself ‘little old lady.’ I can be such an idiot sometimes.
I followed Mrs. Foster into the door. She let me walk past her and she shut and locked the door back. Great, now I was stuck in this damp dim room. It smelled horrible, like urine and something else, but I wasn’t sure of the smell. I had smelled it before, but I couldn’t remember what it was. Not to worry though, only a few moments later I figured it out.
Mrs. Foster…the little old lady, opened a cage door and told me to set the food on the table in the corner. I did as I was told, but as I sat the food down I heard the cage door slam shut. I turned to face the old woman and watched as she smiled at me.
“New pet.” She said, clapping her hands. Yep, the little old lady had tricked me into a cage. Little old lady…Then I caught the smell again and found it’s source. In a cage beside me I saw a stain on the floor. Bright red and metallic smelling. Blood. Oh yeah, there was blood on the floor. And near that blood lay a body, I am sure it was breathing. The guy looked up at me, his bright blue eyes pained. One hand had been cut off. His limbs were thin as was his body, but not a starved thin. Mrs. Foster took good care of her pets. I shook my head.
“You live across the street?” The guy asked me. I nodded and he nodded back. “Curiosity may not have killed this cat, yet, but it sure did get me in trouble. He sat up and leaned against the cage. You will be safe for a little bit, until Mr. Foster dies any way. She will keep you nice and clean until she gets bored with the boys.”
“Have you tried to escape?” I asked. Surely a man as my cage neighbor could take the old lady.
“Sure, that’s how I lost the hand.” He showed me the stump of his arm. “She doesn’t play around. We may never escape.”
I just had to know where the woman took the food. I had to be nosey, I had to be social. I should have just stayed in my room watching YouTube videos.
But I was sure of one thing. I wasn’t going to sit around like Mrs. Foster’s husband or the man beside me, whose name I later found out was Matt. I was going to break free and let the landlord know that the old lady across the street had pets.