John was standing alone, waiting for the bus to come by. He had just gotten off his shift at the local Waffle House and was beyond ready to get home. His boss was even more of a dick than usual today, and the customers were more demanding than usual also.
The bus was late. It was always on time. It should have arrived 15 minutes ago. John pulls his phone out of his pocket and checks the time again. Shit, a missed call from his boss, and a voicemail. He didn't wanna hear his shit anymore today, so he dismisses the notification and browses Instagram for a few minutes. The bus is now 20 minutes late.
A lady is walking towards John. She seems to have a limp. John texts one of his fuck buddies asking what she's doing tonight. He's not expecting her to reply, but hoping she does. The lady is getting closer, and something seems a bit off about her. The bus is now 30 minutes late.
John is fed up with this shit. He's lamenting his fate and starts walking home. Ten minutes of walking bring John to his home street. He feels like he's being watched, and turns around. The lady is ambling towards him. Her face looks like it's dripping off her bones. Her clothes are torn, and her left arm is hanging limply by her side, nearly severed from the rest of her body. Her skin is gray and pebbly. A low, pitiful moan escapes from her lips as she continues ambling towards him.
John is freaking out now. Adrenaline pumps through his body and fight takes more prodding than usual to turn to flight. John runs for his house. He gets out his key and unlocks the door. He slams it behind him and quickly re-locks it. He looks out the window and can see the lady ambling towards his door.
There is a knock on the door.
"Open up. It's me," a familiar voice rings out.
Shit, it's his landlord. His rent is several days overdue and he's got no money to pay her. John opens the door.
The ambling lady reaches out her right hand and grabs John by the collar. She lifts him up off the floor like a doll and growls into his face. John has pissed himself. The warm fluid flows down his leg and into his sock. A yellow pool forms below him. Flight tries to win, but John is paralyzed from the fear.
The ambling lady's face comes sharply into focus. Her eyes are red thin vertical shafts that shine. Her nose is flattened into slits. Her mouth is sunken into her face, with sharp teeth protruding slightly. Her ears are cat-like and always moving.
She reattaches her left arm with frightening speed, and shoves her hand into his chest. She smiles, and her sharp teeth are glistening. John looks down and sees there is no hand in his chest. He is mightily confused. He looks back to her face and it's his landlord's. His landlord is waving her hands trying to get his attention and she's looking at him like he's losing his mind.
"Did you hear what I just said?" She frowns.
"Uh, no. What?" He bleats.
She pinches the bridge of her nose while slightly shaking her head.
"Your rent is 5 days late. You have until Friday to pay up or I'm starting the eviction process."
John can't help staring at her.
"Ok" is all he can manage to say before closing the door.
He is alone in his house, but he doesn't feel alone anymore. His phone vibrates. It's his fuck buddy saying she's not doing anything and asking if she should stop by. John agrees, mostly because he is afraid to be alone right then. He wants her there as soon as possible, but knows if he starts getting desperate, she'll go to somebody else. He strips off his work clothes. There is no urine on his clothes. It was a grease stain on his leg. He throws his clothes into the hamper and hops in the shower. He cleanses his body as he tries to cleanse his mind from the horrible shit he just saw.
It's not doing him much good. The image of the ambling lady is filling his mind until it seems like it will burst. He hears a knock on his door. He quickly gets out of the shower and wraps a towel around himself. He heads to the door and opens it. His fuck buddy has arrived. She is wearing jeans and a t-shirt.
"Hey you." He says, smiling.
"Hey" She says, smiling back.
A passionate kiss ensues, with his hands going all over her body, and her hands going directly to his penis.
"Passionate dirty talk" She says, like a program executing a function.
His penis perks up at hearing this, and then the boning commences. He sticks his guy-boner into her lady-boner and then they moan and bone and groan for a long time, it seems to them. In reality, it was about 20 minutes.
"Well, that was satisfying," he says to her as she is putting her clothes back on.
"Yes, I agree with that and would like to continue doing this whenever either one of us feels like it," she retorts.
"We are wonderfully enlightened." John says to her, although she seems not to hear him as she is pulling her shirt over her head.
"Hey," John grabs her by the arm and looks into her eyes, "I had a really weird day and was wondering if you'd stay and listen to me."
"Oh, I would, but I've got an early start tomorrow and I need to get home and get some rest." She leaves after saying this.
John is now alone again. The ambling lady creeps back into John's thoughts, and he feels scared. There seems to be no explanation for what happened. He goes to get his phone and checks his Facebook and sees he's got a new friend request.
It's the Ambling Lady.
The bus was late. It was always on time. It should have arrived 15 minutes ago. John pulls his phone out of his pocket and checks the time again. Shit, a missed call from his boss, and a voicemail. He didn't wanna hear his shit anymore today, so he dismisses the notification and browses Instagram for a few minutes. The bus is now 20 minutes late.
A lady is walking towards John. She seems to have a limp. John texts one of his fuck buddies asking what she's doing tonight. He's not expecting her to reply, but hoping she does. The lady is getting closer, and something seems a bit off about her. The bus is now 30 minutes late.
John is fed up with this shit. He's lamenting his fate and starts walking home. Ten minutes of walking bring John to his home street. He feels like he's being watched, and turns around. The lady is ambling towards him. Her face looks like it's dripping off her bones. Her clothes are torn, and her left arm is hanging limply by her side, nearly severed from the rest of her body. Her skin is gray and pebbly. A low, pitiful moan escapes from her lips as she continues ambling towards him.
John is freaking out now. Adrenaline pumps through his body and fight takes more prodding than usual to turn to flight. John runs for his house. He gets out his key and unlocks the door. He slams it behind him and quickly re-locks it. He looks out the window and can see the lady ambling towards his door.
There is a knock on the door.
"Open up. It's me," a familiar voice rings out.
Shit, it's his landlord. His rent is several days overdue and he's got no money to pay her. John opens the door.
The ambling lady reaches out her right hand and grabs John by the collar. She lifts him up off the floor like a doll and growls into his face. John has pissed himself. The warm fluid flows down his leg and into his sock. A yellow pool forms below him. Flight tries to win, but John is paralyzed from the fear.
The ambling lady's face comes sharply into focus. Her eyes are red thin vertical shafts that shine. Her nose is flattened into slits. Her mouth is sunken into her face, with sharp teeth protruding slightly. Her ears are cat-like and always moving.
She reattaches her left arm with frightening speed, and shoves her hand into his chest. She smiles, and her sharp teeth are glistening. John looks down and sees there is no hand in his chest. He is mightily confused. He looks back to her face and it's his landlord's. His landlord is waving her hands trying to get his attention and she's looking at him like he's losing his mind.
"Did you hear what I just said?" She frowns.
"Uh, no. What?" He bleats.
She pinches the bridge of her nose while slightly shaking her head.
"Your rent is 5 days late. You have until Friday to pay up or I'm starting the eviction process."
John can't help staring at her.
"Ok" is all he can manage to say before closing the door.
He is alone in his house, but he doesn't feel alone anymore. His phone vibrates. It's his fuck buddy saying she's not doing anything and asking if she should stop by. John agrees, mostly because he is afraid to be alone right then. He wants her there as soon as possible, but knows if he starts getting desperate, she'll go to somebody else. He strips off his work clothes. There is no urine on his clothes. It was a grease stain on his leg. He throws his clothes into the hamper and hops in the shower. He cleanses his body as he tries to cleanse his mind from the horrible shit he just saw.
It's not doing him much good. The image of the ambling lady is filling his mind until it seems like it will burst. He hears a knock on his door. He quickly gets out of the shower and wraps a towel around himself. He heads to the door and opens it. His fuck buddy has arrived. She is wearing jeans and a t-shirt.
"Hey you." He says, smiling.
"Hey" She says, smiling back.
A passionate kiss ensues, with his hands going all over her body, and her hands going directly to his penis.
"Passionate dirty talk" She says, like a program executing a function.
His penis perks up at hearing this, and then the boning commences. He sticks his guy-boner into her lady-boner and then they moan and bone and groan for a long time, it seems to them. In reality, it was about 20 minutes.
"Well, that was satisfying," he says to her as she is putting her clothes back on.
"Yes, I agree with that and would like to continue doing this whenever either one of us feels like it," she retorts.
"We are wonderfully enlightened." John says to her, although she seems not to hear him as she is pulling her shirt over her head.
"Hey," John grabs her by the arm and looks into her eyes, "I had a really weird day and was wondering if you'd stay and listen to me."
"Oh, I would, but I've got an early start tomorrow and I need to get home and get some rest." She leaves after saying this.
John is now alone again. The ambling lady creeps back into John's thoughts, and he feels scared. There seems to be no explanation for what happened. He goes to get his phone and checks his Facebook and sees he's got a new friend request.
It's the Ambling Lady.