An older piece, but it was still an amusing one. I’m not sure that I’ll be writing anything new that I can share here today. My current plans are to put some more work in on book two of the series I’m writing.
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He knew something was wrong as soon as he walked into the room. The pictures were all straight, the floors were swept, shelves were dusted, and his clothes were clean on his bed. This was not the wreck he’d left his room in.
Shepard wasn’t sure what to make of this situation. Who would sneak into someone’s house to clean it? Not anyone he knew. Moreover, he had the only key to his apartment and there was no sign that the door had been forced.
Before going any further he picked up the bat by his door. He’d never had any need for this oak bat before, but in such a strange situation he felt it would be good to have. If some deranged person with a cleaning fetish was here, he shuddered to think what they might do to him.
The carpet showed signs of having been washed recently. Recently enough that some of it was still damp. He didn’t know how long it took a carpet to dry, but he assumed that meant the culprit might still be here.
As he took another step in, something dropped on his head. It was light, but more than enough to startle him in the situation. He was quick to swipe it off onto the floor, and it landed with barely a sound.
It was a folded piece of paper. He could see it had some kind of logo on it, and before considering picking it up he nudged it with the bat. Naturally, the piece of paper did not react to being poked. This was a good sign.
Shepard crouched down to pick it up, then inspected the logo. It was a circle with a ghost in the center, and the ghost was holding a mop and broom. The bottom text read “Spectral Cleaning Services.”
Spectral Cleaning Services wasn’t a company he’d ever heard of. He knew for sure he hadn’t hired anyone to clean his apartment, and he highly doubted the landlord had called someone. The name of the company bothered him too.
Was he supposed to believe that ghosts had come in and cleaned his apartment? On one hand it was so far-fetched that it was laughable. On the other hand, ghosts would explain how they got past a locked door. Thinking about it was making his skin crawl.
A loud ding from the air fryer on his counter made him jump a second time, and he raised the bat in case he needed to swing on something. That was when he noticed something he’d managed to miss. His apartment smelled like pizza.
He made his way over carefully with the bat still raised and ready. There were no signs of anything in the kitchen, so he set the bat on the counter. His attention then turned to the air fryer.
Sure enough when he opened it, there was a pizza waiting for him. Whoever had been here timed cooking it perfectly. He’d only been home for a few minutes, which would usually be long enough to get settled in, before it had finished.
A clean apartment and food waiting for him. This was a strange night, but he didn’t feel like it was something to complain about. He got out the pot holders and took the pizza out of the air fryer.
His stomach growled its approval over the food as he got out the pizza cutter and sliced it into wedges. When he was getting his plate out, he decided to get a second plate as well. He put two pieces on the second plate and set it on the counter.
“Thanks for helping out with things.” Shepard didn’t expect a response to that, but he felt like he should say it. He’d gotten behind on things, and the task of cleaning had been overwhelming to even think about.
He turned back to get a few slices for himself, and what he saw when he looked back caught him off guard entirely. The two slices he’d left on the plate were mostly gone. Only the crust was still there, and it had been made into strips to spell something out.
“You’re welcome.”