I have an inward hate of old people. People above 55 deserve to die. Their stench alone grosses me out. That is why I created "The Apartment." Those oldies above 55 never come out. Some say this is manslaughter. I say, this is justice. My classidied add brought many coustomers to my new death machine. One by one "The Apartment" chewed their brittle bones and rid the world of their wrinkly oldness and old person smell.
Soon many old people were flocking to the call of “GORGEOUS BRAND NEW APTS Free Rent! $0 Deposit! Come see our amazing facility!” Each of them smiled as they laid eyes on the rooms perfectly suited to their old persony needs. Little did they know that this was no ordinary old folks home. This place was living. And they would die here.
Today another elderly woman would be coming to see her new site of death. Her name was Rose, and she was 86 years old. Lately she had been living with her son and his family, but she had finally saved up enough money to move into her dream place. I went out to meet her , and was surprised to see that she was very fit, and attractive for an old person. Not to mention she smelled like vanilla, not like old people at all.
“Hello.” I greeted her as she approached the apartment door.
“Hi.” She said in a voice that sounded nothing like the usual raspy voice of those her age.
“If you want to follow me inside, I’ll show you around. After you move in you can fix it to your liking.” I told her as we stepped through the door.
She gasped as she looked around the living room, “This is magnificent!” She exclaimed. “ I love it! I’ll move in right away!”
“Deal!” I replied. “You’ll move in on this coming Monday if that’s all right with you.”
“That sounds perfect! I look forward to living here.” With that last statement, she turned and left.
MONDAY
Monday morning came along and I was waiting at the apartment to greet her and help her get situated. As I was helping her unpack her stuff I noticed a small box that was very heavy for its size.
“What’s in here?” I asked.
She replied, “A piece of the past. Go ahead and open it if you want.” I opened it. Inside were two gold Olympic track medals and one silver.
“Wow!” I couldn’t help gaping at her like a child. “You won all of these?”
“I sure did Johnny!”
“It’s Jonathan.” I quickly corrected her. She just laughed and continued unpacking. After unpacking she asked me if I would like a cup of tea.
While drinking my warm cup of tea I look over and see the face of this lovely elderly lady peering at me. My heart thumped. What was this? Am I really falling for this amazingly sweet Rose? Glancing at her face again I realized that must be the case. But I am sending her to her death! How could I do such a thing?! If I’m falling for her, does that mean I now need to save her?
I decided right that moment to try to persuade her to move right out and in with her son again. “Doesn’t your son live far away from here? Maybe you should move back in with him. What about your grandchildren? Won’t they miss you? It’s a bad decision moving into this apartment.”
“Don’t be silly Johnny! Moving into this apartment will be great for me! I’ll get to live alone for the first time in a long time, and I’ll get to spend time with you.”
“But, but, but....” Rose leaned over and kissed me. “What?!”
“Don’t argue with me, Johnny. I’m staying.” She smiled and I wasn’t sure what to say. At that, we sat and drank tea together. We laughed and when I finally looked at the clock I realized a few hours had gone by.
“I have to go now Rose, but thank you for a lovely time.” This was bad news. I couldn’t convince her to leave and no one had lasted for over a month in this apartment. I have thirty days to make her want to move. What could I possibly do to convince my lovely Rose. As I sat at home I wondered about what I could do. What I should do to save her. Nothing was coming to mind until finally I thought of the solution. I’ll marry her! Then she’ll have to leave her apartment and stay with me! Then I could destroy that killer, and live out the rest of my life with Rose in happiness!
A week passed, then two. Rose and I spent more and more time together, both at her deadly apartment and my cosy condo. Then on a date to a romantic movie I “popped the question” so to speak. “Rose, will you marry me?”
“I don’t have very long to live Johnny, you know that. You wouldn’t be able to be happy after I die.”
“But darling I can’t be happy at all unless I’m with you. And
nothing could possibly make me a happier man.”
“If you insist Johnny. You know I love you just as much, and nothing could make me happier either.”
A Very Short Time Later
“Do you Jonathan, take you Rose, to be your lawfully wedded wife?”
“I do.”
“And do you Rose take Jonathan to be your husband?”
“I do.”
“You may kiss the bride.”
After the wedding Rose moved into my condo almost immediately. She was safe from the apartment, which I tore down, and I was happy for a few months. Until she started to get sick.
Rose was very critically ill for a week, then sadly she passed from this life. I was alone again, but I had bigger problems to deal with besides my grief.
The police had reopened the case of all the elderly people who had passed away. I was prime suspect in their murder. In the court case I plead guilty, knowing it was my fault and ready to accept my punishment. Maybe if Rose had still been alive I would have fought the sentence, but she was dead and I had nothing left to live for.
I got a life sentence because of my foolishness. So now I’m stuck here for the rest of my life, waiting for death and my Rose to come and bring me to the other side.
