Door

Someone's At The Door


......Someone's at the door!
......Help me!
......There – they're knocking again. Louder this time.
......Help me!
......Now they're trying the door.
......Come in, come in, the door's not locked.
......"Hello, anybody home?"
......I'm in here, in the kitchen. Please help me!
......"Hello, the door was unlocked, I hope you don't mind us coming in. Hello, anybody there?"
......In here.
......"Doesn't seem to be anybody home. Pretty silly that, leaving the door unlocked, this day and age."
......"Yea, you never know who's going to walk in, do you?"
......"Too right."
......Help me.
......"I mean, any Tom, Dick or Harry could just march right in and help themselves to all the valuables, couldn't they?"
......"Sure could. It's a good job we're not like that."
......"Certainly is"
......I'm in here. Why can't you hear me?
......"Still, you know what these old folks are like, so forgetful. Forget their own heads, some of them."
......"Yea."
......In here.
......"They just wander off to the shops or wherever, forget their coats, forget to change out of their slippers, forget their money. Never give a thought to locking the door behind them, leave everything out in the open – all their possessions on display. It's no wonder these yobs think they're such easy targets."
......"You're not wrong. These old dears are much too trusting. It's lucky it's us that's here, instead of some young junkie."
......"Sure is. We could be helping ourselves to anything – if we were like that."
......"Yea, if we were like that."
......Is it the police?
......"May as well have a look round while we're here."
......Are they going round checking the flats, like they do sometimes?
......"Yea, somebody might have already been in."
......"That's right. You can never be too careful, especially considering all the burglaries there's been round here lately. Wouldn't hurt to check the place, now we're here."
......Yes, I think it is. I think it's the police. Oh, at last! Help me!
......"Yea, always best to be on the safe side."
......Yes, it is! It must be the police.
......"Bit untidy, isn't it?"
......"Yea. Looks like the place hasn't been cleaned in a long while."
......"Still, you know what it's like. Too old and frail to fend for themselves, but too proud to ask for help."
......"That's right. There's a perfectly good home-help service, but will they ask for it? Course not. Too proud. Too stubborn."
......"True. Me, I'd ask for it all. Bleed the system dry, I would."
......"Me too."
......Help. Oh, help me. Please!
......"Phew! What's that smell?"
......"Don't know, but something's gone off, that's for sure. Reeks something rotten in here."
......"Yea. Let's have a look round and get out."
......Why oh why can't you hear me? Help me, help me.
......"I'm with you on that. Much too depressing in here for my liking."
......"It sure stinks though, doesn't it?"
......"Yea."
......In here!
......"Right. You check in here, and I'll do the back rooms."
......"Ok."
......"Just as messy in here. Clothes all over the place, dust everywhere, bed unmade. It sure is a shame."
......"Yea, certainly is. I hope I never end up like that."
......"Me neither. It doesn't bear thinking about does it?"
......"Sure doesn't."
......In here.
......"Bathroom and toilet don't bear too close an inspection, either. Nobody's cleaned in here in a long while. What's the other rooms like?"
......"Oh my god!"
......At last.
......"What?"
......"In here. In the kitchen."
......They've found me.
......"What is it?"
......"Come and see."
......"Oh, Christ Almighty!"
......"It accounts for the terrible smell, anyway."
......"You're not kidding."
......What are they talking about?
......"Christ. It's awful!"
......"Yea. How long do you think she's been like that?"
......"I don't know – must be a couple of weeks at least."
......"Yea, it must be, to have got to that state."
......What's the matter?
......"What a mess."
......"Yea, it's not what you expect to find, is it?"
......What is it?
......"Sure isn't."
......"You hear about this kind of thing, but you don't expect to see it."
......"Yea. Poor old dear. Going about her daily routine. Making herself a bite to eat. Has a stroke or a heart attack – something like that. Collapses on the floor. Dead."
......"Yea."
......Dead?
......"No family, no friends, nobody to visit her and see how she is. Nobody to care about her, just because she's old and past it. Nobody to miss her when she's not around for a while."
......"It's a tragedy, and no mistake."
......Did he say dead?
......"If we hadn't come she might have lain there a lot longer, rotting away. Until finally the smell got too bad that somebody complained."
......"Yea. Can you imagine that? Nobody misses you till the smell gets too bad."
......Surely, he didn't say dead?
......"Yea. I hope I don't end up like that"
......"Me neither. When I die, I want to have friends around me. People to miss me when I'm gone."
......"Same here."
......He did say dead!
......"Not like this. Old and forgotten. Rotting away on the floor of a grotty old kitchen and nobody caring."
......"What a horrible way to go."
......But you're the police. Surely you must realise you are making a mistake.
......"Oh well, nothing we can do about it."
......Yes there is. You can help me. I'm not dead, I just passed out or something – or maybe it was a stroke. But I'm not dead. Why can't you hear me? Why won't you listen?
......"No. Shut the door, block out the smell. I noticed a few nice knickknacks in the front room. May as well help ourselves while we're here."
......No!
......."Yea. We haven't been through the drawers yet, either. There might be some money stashed away. After all, there's nobody to stop us taking whatever we want."
......Not the police! I was mistaken - they are burglars, after all.
......"Yea, let's be quick about it, though. I don't think I can stand that smell for much longer."
......They've shut the door on me – left me. I can hear them going through the cupboards and drawers, throwing things about.
......Help me! Help me!
......They're not listening to me, not hearing me.
......Help me, please.
......Oh no! They're going. Gone! There's the door closing behind them.
......On my own again.
......Waiting for someone else to come to the door.

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