|THE MAN NEXT DOOR (standard:drama, 680 words)|
|Author: Fanny11||Added: Jun 12 2009||Views/Reads: 1878/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|THis story is about a woman who feels frightened of the man next door, because of his odd ways. After having a conversation with him she finds out he is just different from society.|
I had lived on this street for only a few months when I noticed the man who lived in the apartment building next to mine. I never paid much attention to the people who lived there. I did noticed (however) there was a turnover of tenants moving in and out. The building wasn't maintained very well some of the tattered old shingles were missing, the window frames and front porch needed a fresh coat of paint and the grass in front always needed cut. Most of the apartment buildings on the street were once large beautiful houses they were built in the middle eighteenth century and were later remodeled into apartment buildings. Some of the buildings had as many as six apartments. This was probably done because it would be too costly to heat a house that large today. Since this building was not maintained very well, the rent was affordable for the people who lived there. The people who lived on this street were prepared to hear loud music late at night coming from the apartment building and the woman on the third floor would start screaming when her boyfriend beat her up. The police would come and it would be quiet for a couple of days. I first noticed the man who lived in that building when one morning we passed on the sidewalk. He was dressed in a pullover shirt and walking shorts. Over these clothes he wore a sweat jacket with a hood that was always up. The jacket looked worn. He always wore a pair of ratty gloves that had no ends on the fingers. This seemed to be odd since the temperature that day was ninety degrees. I saw the man often always wearing the same outfit. When we would pass on the sidewalk I would always avoided his glance. I always thought him to be an older man. The people who lived on the street didn't know where the man worked. But when he came home in the evenings he always drove a new car. Sometimes the cars were different colors, but they always looked new. The man never parked in the first parking place he came to. The man pulled into a couple of different ones before he found the right on. He would open the passenger door first, and then sat in the car smoking cigarettes before getting out and going into his apartment. I never spoke to the man. I had recently moved to town and was not used to odd behavior. One sunny morning I was sweeping the sidewalk in front of my apartment building. The man was standing on his porch smocking a cigarette, as I often saw him do. I suddenly heard someone say, “How are you today”. I looked up to see who had spoke to me. I then noticed how young the man was. He looked at me from inside the hooted jacket. He was fair skin with light blue eyes. I thought maybe that is why he wears the hood because of fair skin. He looked to be in his late twenties or early thirties the man continued to make conversation. You know, he said you have such pretty flowers in your yard. I first noticed them this morning I wish we had nice flowers in our yard. I asked him how long he had lived there he said a couple of months, I like it here he said, the rent is not high. Some of the tenants litter the hallway with beer cans and I don't think that's right. During our conversation he told me he worked as a maintenance person for an airline cleaning the planes after their flights. His mother and father lived about an hour from his work. He had one brother who never visits him he said sadly. He seemed like an intelligent man, but different from the rest of society. We talked for a few more minutes he went into his apartment building and I went into mine. I no longer felt frightened of the man next door. Tweet
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