22. Chrissy's Crypt. A Hallowe'en StoryA Chapter by Craig2591 Chrissy decorates the apartment and overdoes it. Ian was exhausted. He didn't usually work on Saturday, but things had gotten really busy at work that week and he'd been called in for some over-time. He was glad the day was over and he could enjoy what was left of his weekend. He parked his car, got out and walked toward his apartment. He opened the front door and took a step inside.
“Whoops!! Wrong apartment!” he exclaimed, as he stepped back out and closed the door. He looked at the number on the door and furrowed his brow. He opened the door again and looked inside. It was his apartment alright, though he barely recognized it. He saw his sofa and his chair, and Chrissy's bookcase. But the place was decorated from floor to ceiling for Halloween.
He stepped inside and closed the door behind him. “What the...?!” he muttered as he looked around the living room in awe. There were giant cobwebs in the corners. There was a three foot tall gargoyle sitting next to the sofa. On the far side of the living-room was a small cemetery with nearly life-sized head-stones. On the shelves were skull candle-holders, 'pewter' goblets molded in the shapes of skeletal hands and many other creepy items. Against one wall was a faux fireplace made of cardboard with hideous faces 'carved' into the mantle. On the walls were portraits that changed to grotesque faces when viewed from a different angle. He was so taken by the scene surrounding him that he almost missed Chrissy standing by the entrance to the hallway.
“I decorated the place a little,” she said a tad sheepishly when he looked at her.
“A little?!” he exclaimed, “It looks like Tim Burton threw-up in here! Where the hell did you get all this stuff?”
“I stopped at one of those Halloween super-stores that always pop-up around the city this time of year,” she replied, “I only meant to get a couple of things, but... I guess I got carried away.” She looked somewhat abashed. “I always kind of liked Halloween, but when I lived alone... well, I never bothered decorating for myself. I... I'll take it all down if you want me to.”
He was still turning and looking at the living room. Each time he looked around he saw something new that he had missed before. He finally looked at her and smiled. “Well, it is a bit much. But I have to admit... you did a good job. It doesn't look cheesy at all. Go ahead,” he said with a sigh, “Leave it up”
She smiled back at him faintly. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah. I'll get used to it. But I might sleep with the lights on tonight.”
Three nights later Ian was meeting with some of his fellow artists and some others that were interested in starting an arts council in the city. Being involved with such a project could really help his art career, he decided. He got back home around seven-thirty and was surprised to see several strangers coming and going from his apartment. As he approached the front door he found Chrissy standing there with a wad of cash in her hand.
“Chrissy! What the hell is going on?!” he asked.
At that moment a woman with two young children came up and, to Ian's amazement, handed Chrissy some money and then entered their apartment. As they went in, two giggling teen-age girls exited.
“Well,” explained Chrissy, “This afternoon the doorbell rang. When I answered it, there were three teenagers standing there. One of them asked if they could see our decorated apartment. I don't know how they found out about it. So I said, 'Sure! for five bucks!' I was just being a smart-a*s, but the kid whipped out five bucks, handed it to me and walked on in. Then his buddies did the same.They must have told their friends about it, because - before you know it - people from all over the neighborhood started coming over and paying me to see our apartment.”
“Chrissy!! For God's sake, we can't turn our apartment into a Halloween attraction!!” he practically shouted.
“I've made eighty bucks so-far,” she replied matter-of-factly.
“You... huh?... really?!”
She nodded.
He stared at her dumbfounded for several seconds. Then he furrowed his brow and said, “Do you think maybe I should make some fliers?”
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