I have been in my apartment for six years now. I moved in with my two children straight after I got divorced. The 13 years I was married weren't exactly what I had expected. The relationship with the in-laws was excellent in the beginning. I suppose things took a turn after the birth of my second son.
The story is solely about my ex-father-in-law who passed away two years ago.
I will keep it short as I still find it difficult to accept what I endured at the hands of this man.
When I got married, I was treated like any other new member of the family. The whole family fussed over me. There was never a bad word said, yep the perfect daughter-in-law. In fact any family members who came to visit only came to see me.
The relationship with my father-in-law took a turn for the worst when I started working really. To cut a long story short before I left the marital home, my last words to him were "when you die, you will go to heaven, GOD will throw you to down into HELL, the DEVIL himself will throw you out of HELL as your sins are not forgivable, and the DEVIL would not even do to his enemy what you did to me". Very harsh but for what I went through I was very bitter and forgiving him is something I still cannot do to this day.
One of things I could not stand, in fact I would feel like throwing up was the smell of my father-in-law. He has this really sickening smell around him, metallic if that makes sense. I remember when he would come out of the shower and the smell that followed, it seriously would make me want to pass out it was that bad. Funny enough I was the only one who could smell this horrible stench. All this is relevant to the story.
Now as I said I have been in my place for 6 years now coming on to seven. Last week it was Friday I walked in from work opened my front door and was hit by the smell of my father-in-law. I opened all the windows, I cleaned my place top to bottom telling myself it was something else, maybe a dead mouse. After maybe 3 hours of cleaning the smell was still there. I went to bed and it was as if I had gone to bed with that smell right next to me. The smell was still there Saturday morning and by Saturday evening it was gone.
A few days' passed and no horrible odours about.
Wednesday evening my son walked out of his room and said it smelt like someone had died in his room. I walked in and could smell nothing; I did however say to him, it was probably his grandfather. It slipped out of my mouth. He sprayed his room and left his door open for a while. Nothing more was mentioned about the smell. The only thing we have noticed is my son's room is very cold all of a sudden. It just does not warm up.
I have started hearing tapping noises again in my bedroom and again my eyes shift to certain places in my bedroom as well as the living room.
What I want to know is why he is repeatedly entering my home.
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I want to say great story but...
It is well written though.
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