Del Creepe - Matt Starke

This one time I heard this story from my brother’s dad; A story about his son, me. This story came into existence in the creepy Del Arte Lofts and Flats, where a young relationship was on the rocks. A girl and a boy, desperate to be off on their own, experiencing life as it isfor themselves, were finally right where they wanted to be, experiencing the relentless fist of life. They had spent a lot of time together in the months prior and they knew each other overly well. The boy was college bound and preparing himself for what laid ahead. The girl was there for the boy. She was different though; she thought of herself as sensitive. She had been through tragedies and been devastated by horrible events throughout the length of her life. It was something she had grown accustomed to. She knew sorrow; it played a huge role in her life. And when that happens things tend to pick up on that and feed on it. Sorrow and pain are the two things they need most in their immortal lives.
The girl had lived in Germany before because of her military dad. As a young girl, her and her brother can both remember being walked to school by an old Nazi Soldier. She later found out that her living quarters was an old nazi barracks. She has gone through her life with ghosts being attracted to her and that is something that can really freak anyone out; just ask the kid from the Sixth Sense.
Now, her life had changed though. She came to Denver with me because she loves me, but she brought everything creepy along with her. Our dream apartment we once looked forward to so much had now become a lonely box where something else was watching and provoking you to move to a different part of the apartment. We could go to the store and come back to our spring loaded fuse box being wide open, or one of the heavy drawers in the kitchen would be protruding unexpectedly. There could be nothing making noise in the apartment and she could go into the kitchen and just randomly say, “huh?” Just because she would hear me say something when I never really said anything at all. This creeped her out the most. She could swear she would hear something every single time, and I can swear that I had never said a word.

Then she left, and left every single creepy thing about the apartment here along with me. I sit here with clicks and knocks sounding in the same room as me, or the sounds of socks brushing across the carpet elsewhere in the apartment when nobody is really walking. My “home” is a place that makes me want to leave it as soon as I can everyday. I spend the least amount of time here possible, but that is still too much for me. One can only live with the feeling of being constantly watched for so long and for me, it has been too long all ready.

Now I'm moving to the dorms and she' s going back to the Springs for the year. I hope that whatever attaches itself to her doesn’t come with me to the dorms to continue freaking out a much larger group of people. I’m tired of being creeped out, so I hope it will be long gone when I’m far from this place too. The one thing I worry about more than anything though is when we come back to living with each other and all the weird things will continue to happen in the nice dream house we just bought. People will become possessed and the rest will just turn out like every other scary movie that has ever existed. But to call her mine, torment from ghosts is totally worth it as long is I’m still with her.