Welcome to Gatehouse Apartments…
There’s an apartment block on the edge of town that people call The Gatehouse. Many people have lived sad lives between its damp walls, but there are also empty apartments behind some of the thirty-two doors that face those graffiti painted stairs. Apartments devoid of life that is, though they are not entirely vacant of tenants.
The block stood on the grounds of the old Grey Estate, right on the spot where the old gatehouse once stood. If people were to speak about Charles Grey, the town founder that owned the estate, it would have been in hushed tones, but as the old saying went, “if you have nothing nice to say, say nothing at all.”
So, no one ever said anything about Charles Grey.
But that was not the only reason many people avoided Gatehouse Apartments. There were also the noises late at night and the bad luck people often had when they visited…
And, of course, there were those faces that would look down on you from dark windows as you passed. Faces filled with fear, staring out from rooms that had no tenants.
Only the desperate stayed at Gatehouse Apartments…
The desperate, and the dead.