Jocelyn Klaes || Hel (tohelandback) wrote in paxletalelogs, @ 2017-09-26 13:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | bastet, hel |
the faces we see in the mirror aren’t ours
Who: Jocelyn and Max
What: It’s been a long month, and it’s about to get worse
Where: Apartment 201
When: Early evening, July 27
Note: backdated like WOAH (1 of 3)
Jocelyn finished scrubbing the kitchen floor and threw the grimy rag in the garbage along with the others. She probably should try to save them for future use, but the smell of them nearly made her gag.
Four times. Four times this month she had come home from work, exhausted and hungry, only to find her pantry and fridge empty, the few bits of food remaining fouled beyond all recognition. She would have to talk to Nishka about it - her friend had hinted about the strangeness in this apartment complex, maybe she’d know more.
Jocelyn dragged the kitchen garbage can into the hallway, then tied up the bag and carried it down to the garbage chute. The garbage taken care of, she returned to her apartment - forgetting, in her rush to wash her hands and finally put the latest disaster behind her, that her trash can was still in the hallway.
She scrubbed at her hands and arms with the strongest soap she had been able to find, bought after the second time she had been forced to deal with the mess. Finally, her ablutions finished, Jocelyn closed the taps, met her eyes in the mirror...and screamed.