Getting Rid of Evidence

I was on a really stressful vacation with my dad, but the vacation house was actually his regular house. There were tons of people there, and the vacation ended when someone let my dog out and she flipped out and attacked an 8-year-old boy. He only had a scratch on his arm and he wasn’t crying, but the attack sounded really vicious so we decided to leave anyway in case someone had called animal control.

When we got to my place, which was my old loft apartment in Brooklyn, there was a party there too. Much of the party was taking place on the roof, and many of the attendees were overweight, stereotypical looking mobsters in tracksuits. There were other types of people there; some of them were actually friends of mine.

I walked over to a table on the roof and a lot of older men were sitting around it, including some of the overweight mobsters. At the head of the table was Amelia. She was being really obnoxious because she was drunk, and her behavior was pissing a lot of people off. They were extremely hateful and vocal about how angry they were, and then one of the mobsters pushed her chair over backwards.

When I walked around the table to see if she was ok, her body was twisted, her neck clearly broken, and her eyes and mouth were open in a way that it was obvious she was dead. I was silently freaking out while everyone else ran inside because no one wanted to be accused of being involved with her death.

When everyone was gone her eyes started blinking and she started gasping for air. I rushed over and asked what I should do, but instead of answering me she got up from her position in a really slow and disturbing way. She started doing an eerie dance, slowly turning in circles across the roof even though her body was still mangled and broken. As she danced she was saying how glad everyone must have been to see her dead; everyone except for me. She said she didn’t blame me for her death, which was a relief because I felt guilty for not stopping it from happening.

Suddenly it was night and I was standing at the bottom of the building away from everyone. I wanted to be alone, but then I saw two men from the party cutting a power line and putting the live wire in some liquid. I watched as an electric surge went up the building through a complicated system of wires, and when it reached the top the entire roof exploded into flames. The two men were trying to get rid of the evidence of the death that had taken place earlier but wanted the fire to look like an accident.

I ran to my apartment and grabbed my animals and my computer and put them in the car. I ran back into the building to grab more of my things, mostly photos and clothes. When I walked out into the hallway I saw that a bunch of Amelia’s belongings were hanging in the hallway, along with a note that she wanted me to have them. I was gathering them up and crying as the men from the party came and started to take down and destroy some of the things. I screamed at them to get the fuck away and they did. I was crying because I was sad that Amelia was dead, but also because my home was burning down and no one was helping me because they were all so self-absorbed with their anger.

I was almost to my car and I was dropping things and trying to pick them up again, when a nerdy-looking boy in his very early twenties ran to catch up with me. He had also grabbed some of Amelia’s things and was helping me carry them to the car.

I was so grateful that I cried harder and jokingly asked the guy if he wanted to get married. He smiled and didn’t say anything. He handed me a piece of scrap paper that had his marriage requirements on it. It said he wanted to have 2 children, live in a nice house, and make at least 60-79K a year. I told him I had the salary part covered and laughed a little bit. He hugged me and walked ahead of me. I suddenly wondered if he was deaf because I hadn’t heard him speak at all. Just then he turned to me to ask me if I was okay but when the words came out they were complete gibberish.