It’s my job to investigate apartments after tenants move out or get evicted. What I hate most are the surprises. Sometimes folks leave entire apartments full of furniture, rotting food, dirty laundry, rodents, and garbage. One thing I find unsettling is when I enter an apartment and see pictures of the former occupants. It’s a strange feeling disposing of all those memories.
The last apartment I was assigned to was the worst yet. It was a ground floor unit in the back of this really run down apartment complex. A woman and her two young boys lived there; a picture of the two boys hung on the refrigerator door. A social worker came by here responding to a request from PS 101 that the boys hadn’t been to school in 10 days and discovered the entire family was gone.
Unique to this apartment was the access to the back of the building. Although I couldn’t imagine anyone having parties back here, it sure did look like it was set up for barbecuing. In the back, against the wall, was a tall white freezer box that was still humming. The power in the apartment was shut off days ago so it was quite obvious that the box was powered from another source.
I motioned to my partner to investigate the freezer and the source of it’s power while I checked the gas stove in the kitchen. Two minutes later he walked back inside.
I asked him, “What did you find?” waiting for another surprise.
He pulled his mask off revealing a face drained of all color. With a gloved hand he pointed at the refrigerator.
Submitted April 05, 2015 at 09:10AM by Magic-M http://ift.tt/1awGoO3 shortscarystories
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