Household chores are a pain in the ass, but they are necessary. I'm not there often at home, traveling mostly on business and this is one of the few cases where I go back to my period of leave. You know, the usual stuff: pouncing, sweep, scrub, wash, dry, stretch, iron and so on.
I changed several homes in the course of my life, but in almost all, they were big cities or villages that were, I always found the same predictable types of people. Change often in the hope of finally finding an interesting place, so far without having found anything relevant.
In this small village of simple and obtuse people, seeing me, a young girl who lives alone and who is always away on business, certainly not conducive to my reputation. It is an observation that I make in the light of the facts, of what he thinks the yokel little neighborly care. "THUD". I see little, I tolerate them even less, frequent them zero. At the very least it is a relatively short execution.
Another aspect not to be underestimated is that I am a shy person and very selector. Said right out of the teeth: I do not give a shit to share my little time with boring people, banal and empty, people talking you to the supermarket offerings, the town gossip, the mrs. Johanna who received a hefty phone bill and that does not explain why, when in fact it is the husband who calls at night the erotic section "Elder shut up and enjoy", monotonous and uninspiring jobs or how many dental caries he had to cure their retarded son.
Anyway, that night I was just at home to attend to my chores. "THUD". I was back from a long trip to Ecuador and I was pretty exhausted since the jet lag, it follows that my desire to hold an iron was really little.
Time 23:00, maybe 23:30 am ringing the bell.
I think: "Who the fuck is this time?".
I leave the iron on the table. "THUD".
I look through the spyhole, and I see a female figure, lean, very ugly
This is my neighbor, a thirty-five-with obvious lack of affection, remained a sugary big baby with the desire in the heart of finding Prince Charming, but with the soul now march and resigned from a life of loneliness, repression, frustration and sadness.
I open.
What presents itself before my eyes is much worse than what I could imagine. But Christ, what can push a rachitic badly fucked wearing a nightgown with depicted Minnie? The failed plan to perform rehearsal of eroticism? Walk straight for those blacks, dyed hair, stringy and brittle by the excessive use of the plate and collected in an embarrassing chignon, okay, but who explain me the shape of head bunny slippers?
Smelled like unease behind that her pseudo smell given by a cheesy "beauty" cream.
His eyes, however, shone with a strange light, the typical light of those who are going to take a tremendous satisfaction.
" Uh, yes, hello ... " she debuted her slightly embarrassed.
" I'm your neighbor. It's an hour I hear thuds coming from your apartment, you stop please? "
Very perplexed look at her thin crack derived from the door, I turn to look at my apartment looking for an answer to give to this needy girl.
" Look, I'm not doing anything, I'm just using the iron, the only thump you can feel it when resting on the table. " I replied incredulously.
She looks dazed and smiles falsely.
" Here, if you could avoiding maybe ... You know, I get up early in the morning and I can not get to sleep. "
Poor her, as if it were the only one who gets up early.
" Yes, well, I also I get up early, but s ... "
" Yes I know, I hear your alarm clock of facts. "
She interrupts me.
A flash of "The Tenant" Polanski's raping my mind and looks like a viper among the rocks and makes me seethe with anger. I would strangle her with my hands, but maybe that's not the case. It is not the first time it is to fuck me with her bullshit. The real problem is that if this person for bad luck once you happened to do a little 'casino outside the times permitted by the house rules, there is a valid excuse to break my balls, to reset the threshold of tolerance and, consequently, increase resentment when, in fact, there may be a quiet life.
Here, she is a being that feeds on resentments, grudges, insolence, intolerance and false gooders: she just wallow in like a sow.
I admit that I also at this time I'm acting like her, I'm feeling disgustingly rancorous, therefore I will have to atone for my sins.
" What ear up, congratulations. Anyway I will try to be more careful, good night. "
I cut short.
" Yes, becau ... "
The door closes in front of his pale face and gnarled, his hooked nose Semitic and those ridiculous black hair combed by a cheep Chinese hairdresser.
I'm imagining right now, while she returns to his ass hole and puts his ear to the wall to hear every sound, even the faintest. I imagine her while extracting an octet of tentacles from his mouth as if they were antennae to perceive sounds, making them shudder and beat lightly against the plaster, pensive and with his eyes closed and an expression lewd and clammy.
"THUD". I continue, I have to finish, I want to go to bed.
"THUD". slightly stronger . I turn to the wall and I smile, imagining the wall as if it were transparent.
The idea that two meters away from me she's listening to me excites me. I think of an eventual orgasm with whom I could vent and exorcise my resentment and my anger towards him, then dirtying of lurid revenge.
But revenge purifies, can not be filthy, revenge is beautiful.
I think of all these things while saying my ear to the wall, resting your hands and try to feel her breath. I feel like a predatory animal lurking behind a bush, I await my prey tracing the smell.
Only a wall separates us, a few bricks and a few kilograms of cement and plaster, painting and insulation.
I think I will like a slut slamming against the wall that separates us, thereby making it even more empty and worthless her life as a spinster irreversible.
You want to isolate you, my dear neighbor, but by who if you're all day to eavesdrop? maybe you do want to join a party? Perhaps with different people, perhaps with your own character, all the same to you, all squalid and struts respectable fucking.
I could arrange something.
Keep my hands on the wall looking for a contact that will never happen through this wall, turn my head towards my library and I smile.
"PSSS!" With a mild stroke steam restore shine to my shrunken head, my tsantsa.
"THUD!" This time is not the iron. This time is the head.
Every time I come home i shiny with steam, just like he taught me the shaman in Ecuador.
"THUD!"
Here there are no detectors thuds of guilt.
"THUD!"
The thuds are not from the floor.
"THUD!"
As in that story by Poe.
"THUD!"
I turn off the iron, I grab my little head by the hair and resting on the library with the other.
I made them all myself, with my hands, my hands, and the heads of resentful neighbors of my previous homes.
i backing there, right next to the empty space, what I specifically kept for you, my dear neighbor, to finally invite you to my party.
Janier