Deadly Fascination

“I... I’m just visiting... well, I… I work here.” I stammered, trying to think of something.

“You work here?”

“Yes.”

“Doing what, exactly?”

“I... I clean,” I said, voice barely above a whisper.

“You clean?” he echoed like it was the most unbelievable thing he’d ever heard.

“Yes. It’s maintenance. It’s… it’s an empty apartment. All I do is clean. I make sure everything’s in order.”

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