The

elevator stopped on the thirteenth floor with a lurch.

And I knew this was not a good sign as my Friday hadn’t yet started off on a good note.

First it was pouring down rain this morning on my way to this apartment building to look at the very affordable luxury apartment that just happened to come back on the market when I’m so desperate to live on my own now.

As the doors slowly opened and you could barely see on this floor as the lights were all dimmed and only a few doors on this floor.

As I turned to the left and went down the hall to the very end, I could have swear I heard a voice say go back now and you will be spared.

It made me jump and stop in place but before I could continue or even think about turning around the Landlord opened the door and greeted me with a warm smile and told me to come in.

I didn’t know how this day would end but I didn’t expect it would end with me smiling so politely as I ran from the apartment and just as I made it to the elevator do I hear a voice again, ” Don’t wait for the elevator take the stairs it’s the only way you will make it out of here, if only I had listen so many years ago”.

Not wanting to ignore the advice I went for the stairs and ran down them all and once on the street I didn’t stop until I was back in my car and thirteen streets away to I finally let myself truly breathe and accept I wasn’t finding any where to live today and back home.

I go away from the most smallest and creepiest apartment I ever been too, it was covered with dust and cobwebs and he wanted me to stay the night in hope the place would keep me there for life.

With those simple words I just knew it wasn’t for me and safety away from that place on the hunt I went for a new place for me.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyright ©️ 2019 By Deirdre Stokes

Friday the thirteen