The Noise In The Mansion
It was a dark Monday night in the middle of February. The gray rain was pouring down sideways in the cold wind, leaving a chill through the entire body. I was visiting a friend, who goes by the name of Ranald Lain, a tall and strange but successful man living alone in his massive mansion. The walk was far, far enough to make me stay for the night, especially since all my clothing was soaked.
"You can borrow a suit of mine", Ranald said, "I'll lead you to it, as long as you don't touch anything in my mansion". He led me to his enormous suit collection and said "This one could fit someone like you, it was on the cheaper side. I don't use it anyways, you might as well take it". His way of speaking was slowly getting into my head, making me grow more and more irritated by the minute. To make it even worse, he had to show and brag about his fancy collection of medals, expensive paintings and his black cat.
I neither preferred him or his mansion. I'd say I despise him. His selfishness could drive the purest soul to madness. The money he possessed was sure to make him turn to greed. I believe it to be stolen, he could never have had such a fortune otherwise. But he has become a better man, and so have I. Although, at night I can barely sleep, my new bed is way too soft, the suits are too big, and the screaming at night never stops. Anyways, by the time the sun had come up, it was time to feed him.
The door was locked, but that wasn't a problem with the right key. I slowly walked down each step down the cellar, the lantern did not light up much. The moment the smell hit my nose, it was as if sulfur and eggs bathed in each outer, the stench was sickening, but worse was the shadow of the body. It was thin-, impossibly thin, and the skin was dry and pale as cloth with no hair on the body. But the worst was the face, the sunken in eyes were yellow and the teeth in its mouth were rotten and filthy. Ranald, as disgusting as usual.
"Ranald, you have made a mess of your room again. I told you that I wasn't going to clean it up and now your room is a mess. You're filthy, worthless. And I have told you many times not to scream at night, you know I'll feed you sooner or later anyways."
Of Course, Ranald made only grunts, not having energy to make any noise except grunts. Filthy Ranald.
"Oh don't you argue with me, it's your fault and you know it." I said but was only met with silence.
"Fine, if you are going to be such a boy about it, here is your food." I said, throwing the bag to him.
He ripped the bag open and the bread crumbs flew all over the floor. Ranald, not being bothered, started licking up the crumbs.
"That's better, now don't make any more noise tonight."
And then I went to make breakfast for myself, with a smile on my face, enjoying the silence.