Kurt Barnett is a famous novelist currently living in Modesile Hill, Washingington State. Kurt is starting a new novel, to follow behind his first award winning novel. But, he can neither work nor sleep. Two words: new neighbors. He THOUGHT he was the only one that lives on the seventh floor, which is the most expensive floor, but apparently he’s not. He doesn’t want to shake hands, kiki or even make contact with these new neighbors. Kurt yearns to just quietly work on his novel.
Kurts neighbors are very….unusual. He has never seen them, he’s only heard them. They make bizarre noises all day, but mostly during the middle of the night. The noises he hears have only started two days ago. So, he’s guessing they just moved in, and are gathering themselves. But…those noises. Its some type of drilling, and hammering to the wall in their apartment. After two days of hearing it, he’s had enough.
(It’s around 12 am and Kurt’s neighbors are making ear splitting noises while he’s trying to edit the first chapter of his new novel.)
“UGH!! FUCK!” What in the hell is going on over there? Why and how are they making so much damn noise?” Frustrated, Kurt gets up from his kitchen table where all his work is laid out and storms over to his neighbors apartment door.
Kurt puts his best knocking fist forward onto their door. “Uh excuse me? I’m trying to work on my next AWARD WINNING NOVEL. Can you keep it down a bit?” The neighbors didn’t answer, they just kept making their mysterious noises. “I’m tired of this shit, I know that you’re in there, just PLEASE for the love of fucking God keep it down.” Still, no answer from the neighbors, just the drilling and hammering noises continued. Feeling defeated, Kurt walks back to his apartment. He decides to stop working on his novel for the night, and pops some night pills to help him disregard the noises while he tries to get a good night’s sleep.
The next day, Kurt wakes up, relieved and smiling. He surprisingly wakes up to no noises. “I can finally work on my fucking novel in peace.” With long awaited relaxation, Kurt walks over to the refrigerator and grabs frozen blueberries, strawberries and bananas from the freezer. He then grabs orange juice from the bottom of the fridge. On his kitchen island sits a blender. He puts all of the contents of his morning smoothie into the blender, and makes a toast to himself. “This is for my shitty ass neighbors.” Then he puts the top on the blender and presses the “blend” button. “That looks blended enough to me.” Kurt says as he pressed the blend button for it to stop. “RRRRrrrzzzzzzzzzzzz.” The the noises begin as soon as the blender stops. “OH COME ON. I WAS JUST ENJOYING MY NOISELESS DAY.” Kurt yells at the top of his lungs.
All of a sudden the noises come to a holt. Kurt hears his neighbors front door open. With a jolt of curiousity, Kurt stands up and runs to open his front door to see if he can get a glimpse of his noisey neighbors so he can give them a piece of his mind. Peaking his head out his front door, the only thing he got out of this was the scent that his neighbors left behind in the hallway after slickly slithering away. It was the smell of iron.
Apparently, his neighbors forgot to shut the door behind them. Kurt becomes even more curious. “Hellooooooooo? My extremely loud neighbors….are you there?” He asks while peeking through the crack in his neighbors door. No one responds. Kurt begins to slowly push their front door open, and walks in. The iron smell gets stronger.
He looks right…and then….he looks left. “Hey, i know you.” Kurt stood still, and grinned with interest. In front of Kurt, there was the body of Associate Justice of the Supreme Court, Brett Kavanaugh, dangling from the wall, cruxifiction style. There were screws that looked like they were hammered through Kavanaugh’s palms into the wall. Blood was dripping down his whole body unto the sparkling white marble tile floor. Kurt studied the lifeless, dangling body. He noticed that there was also holes drilled into Kavanaughs arms, torso and legs that were leaking crimson. Then, Kurt zeroed in on Kavanughs feet, which were missing, but cut off with such precision.
“Soooo….that’s what my neighbors were doing all this time?”
Kurt had a slight smirk on his face. With a quickness, he scurried back over to his apartment. He abruptly grabbed a journal from his scattered kitchen table, along with a pen, and went back over to his neighbors place. Kurt started to hectically look up at Kavanughs body, then back down at his journal to scribble down what he was seeing into his journal. He gradually began to digress in energy and stopped writing. He folded the corner of the page in his journal, closed it and looked back up slowly at Brett Kavanaughs body.
“Looks like I have a new awarding winning novel to write.”