The Reverend and Gloria.
Who could be knocking?
When I woke up later that morning, I barely remembered the sounds from upstairs that had disturbed my sleep hours before. This time I awoke to a slight knocking on my door.
Who could be knocking at this hour?
I unwillingly dragged myself out of bed and walked towards the door.
“Who is it?” I called, but got no answer.
I waited a few more seconds. Still no answer. Finally I decided to open the door. I reached for the doorknob, twisting and pulling it open.
Much to my surprise, there was someone standing outside my door but all I really saw of him was his back. He was rushing the other way and by the time I reacted was already almost to the stairwell. He turned for a brief moment as our eyes locked, but then took off up the stairs.
I was not about to let him get away, so I followed, sliding across the floor in my socks as I hurried after him. When I arrived on the 3rd floor, he was gone. Just like that.
But wait…
I noticed one door that had been left ajar and immediately went to it. I stood in the doorway of the flat, and sure enough, I had come to the right place. He was cowering in a corner of the dingy room among cluttered piles of glass bottles that had once likely contained booze.
It was almost as if the fact that I had chased him down had intimidated him.
“Who are you?!” He hissed with a malevolent sneer, looking up at me for the first time.
The first thing I noticed about him was a large, unsightly scar that stretched across his face. My mind was immediately filled with questions about how it had gotten there. He glared as he waited for a response. Judging by the look I was being given he was unsure of how I would react.
“My name is Gloria,” I stated bluntly.
“Well, my little Gloria," he said lazily as he stood up to face me, "I am The Reverend, but you can call me Rev.”
Who could be knocking at this hour?
I unwillingly dragged myself out of bed and walked towards the door.
“Who is it?” I called, but got no answer.
I waited a few more seconds. Still no answer. Finally I decided to open the door. I reached for the doorknob, twisting and pulling it open.
Much to my surprise, there was someone standing outside my door but all I really saw of him was his back. He was rushing the other way and by the time I reacted was already almost to the stairwell. He turned for a brief moment as our eyes locked, but then took off up the stairs.
I was not about to let him get away, so I followed, sliding across the floor in my socks as I hurried after him. When I arrived on the 3rd floor, he was gone. Just like that.
But wait…
I noticed one door that had been left ajar and immediately went to it. I stood in the doorway of the flat, and sure enough, I had come to the right place. He was cowering in a corner of the dingy room among cluttered piles of glass bottles that had once likely contained booze.
It was almost as if the fact that I had chased him down had intimidated him.
“Who are you?!” He hissed with a malevolent sneer, looking up at me for the first time.
The first thing I noticed about him was a large, unsightly scar that stretched across his face. My mind was immediately filled with questions about how it had gotten there. He glared as he waited for a response. Judging by the look I was being given he was unsure of how I would react.
“My name is Gloria,” I stated bluntly.
“Well, my little Gloria," he said lazily as he stood up to face me, "I am The Reverend, but you can call me Rev.”