Kei! Wake up, Keiteki! Come on, now. Open your eyes. Why did it have to be like this? I’m okay. He gets up angrily. How are you okay? You just collapsed. I look at the floor as I try to pick myself up. Well, maybe if you had told me we were gonna get to such a high place when you saw my legs shake… I wouldn’t have passed out from seeing through those giant windows. He chuckles. I’m sorry. I forgot you were that much of a wuss. As I try to stand up, my legs begin to shake again. We don’t all have the luck to have wings and fly around, you know? He looks at me weird. What? Who has wings? Who can fly? As I lean against the wall I look at him puzzled. Virgos. Is this not common knowledge? Some virgos can be born with wings like those of a bird. Once they consume their marriage, their wings painlessly melt away. Well, unless they consume their relationship before marriage. Then it’s all painful, as marriage is a holy pact and ritual for them. He starts scratching his head. Okay… Can you now please focus on the task at hand?
Do you guys have footage from the corridor? There must have been a camera at least in the elevator, if not the hallway as well, right? He turns towards me. Nothing. And we checked to see if it was somehow digitally manipulated too. But, still nothing. As I stand on my own now, turn my back to the windows. Did you guys check the windows? He looks worried at the windows. No. Fuck. I quickly turn towards him. Wait, I tell him as I fall to my knees again. Listen. You need to be careful. There are two scenarios here. One. These windows can’t be opened, but, can be pulled out via suction cups. And if that’s the case there are either marks on it or there must be some fibers from the covers of the cups. He turns with a weird expression towards me. How do you know that? I chuckle. Well, when you are imprisoned in an apartment for ten years, you have a lot of free time to learn useless shit. He shakes his head. Right. So, how do we check for that? Neither of us can fly. I start laughing. You won’t like it. But… You’ll have to clean the windows. He stands there in shock. I have to what?
Well, I certainly can’t. Unless you want me to keep fainting. And if I am wrong with scenario one, when it comes to the windows, then scenario two is even more horrifying for me. His expression is one of even bigger worry now. What do you mean? I lean against the wall again. Well, the second scenario is that the windows can be opened. Either by gently pushing against them as they pop in a bit in the room and you can push them to the side. Or automatically by pushing some light switch in this room. He starts scratching his head. I guess you are right. But aren’t you jumping the gun a bit here? You haven’t looked at the crime scene at all. Hell, you barely walked around this bachelor pad. And you still haven’t read the report of his autopsy. Or looked at the photos to compare them to the physical place. I’m starting to think you are an awful detective. I start laughing nervously. Well, I’m not a detective! I’m just someone that had too much free time and got obsessed with something. So, forgive me for not knowing proper etiquette. This is only the second time I’ve been on an actual crime scene… He sighs. I’m sorry. Let’s take it step by step then. Okay?
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