Ever since I was young I’ve worked odd jobs, you know painting a house here, or fixing up a car there and what not. Well a couple of days ago one of my old clients called me up asking to move some heavy boxes out of the basement and take them to the local garbage disposal company, I’m not one to question requests, I do them to make it pays the bills. When I pulled up to the house I could smell a putrid odor wafting at me even with the car windows up, that was the first sign that I’d bitten off more than I could chew with this one but nevertheless I got out of my car and walked in. It’d been a
while since I’d seen this client, And he seemed so… off.. he was very anxious about where I went in the house and would only let me come a few steps past the door. He showed me the basement and all of the MANY heavy boxes that needed to be moved, It smelled like something had died down there but what caught my attention the most was a door with 3 heavy locks attached to it. I jokingly asked my client what was behind the door and he got very defensive telling me to mind my buisness and do my job and thats when he stormed up the stairs angrily, I shrugged it off and continuted to move heavy box after heavy box into my truck. After about half an hour I was nearly done when I noticed something.. a box in the corner was leaking something, something red. I walked closer to the box and seeing it that close with my own 2 eyes, there was no denying it, This was blood. I nearly threw up but what bought me back was the feint sound of knocking. *bang* bang* bang* Something was coming from the door but I had no clue what it could possibly be, but I was undeniably sure that the room behind that door had been sound proofed so that whatever sound came from that room never escaped. It wasn’t done well enough though as I heard another sound escape from inbetween the cracks in the door, if I had to make it out I would say it sounded like the word “help.” I shrugged it off
as I went on and carried the final few boxes to my truck then went inside to let my neighbor know that the job had been done. When I approached the kitchen I saw him standing there with a knife, chopping something up but he quickly blocked my view of whatever it was and brought me back outside to pay me. He handed me the money and as I walked off I noticed that the bills he handed me were covered in a red liquid, blood. While I was driving off I heard a box fall out of the back of my truck. When I went to go put it back up the box had been opened and what was inside left me lost for words, There was a backpack, some clothes, bricks and a student id of a child that had gone missing about a week earlier.I got back in my truck and drove off quicker than I ever have before I immediatly dropped off the boxes at the disposal as I was told and went home. He’s sent about 100 call’s since then begging me to do a night gig, Ive never answered him back but I get the feeling I’ll be seeing him very soon again regardless.