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 Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2011 12:30 pm
South Ashfield Heights is an apartment building located in the town of Ashfield, specifically South Ashfield. It is U-shaped, meaning that neighbors can view what other neighbors are doing directly across from them. The east side of the building has 3 floors and the west side has 2 floors. Excluding the lobby, the apartment has 18 apartment rooms. The lobby contains the only entrance and exit of the apartment building and it has a long staircase that leads to the second and third floors. South Ashfield Heights is very close to South Ashfield Station and Hotel South Ashfield. Frank Sunderland is the superintendent of the apartments.
The apartment building has had a history of strange events.
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Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2012 10:01 pm
Walter Sullivan. That is his name. That has always been his name.
South Ashfield Heights has also always been South Ashfield Heights and it has always been here and he has always been here.
Walter Sullivan stood in place in front of the imposing U-shaped apartment buildings. In the place where he had stood so many times, in so many shapes, and so many mindsets. He felt that it would only be expected for an indentation to grow in the cement where his feet were rooted. Roots so deep he never seemed able to leave.
'Why are you here? What do you intend to accomplish?
Walter understood the voice as his own. Higher, younger, but with a distinct air of intelligence and pointed accusation peculiar to his own inner voice. He ignored it.
'It's over! They're gone! Why would you come back here?'
"Shut up," Walter rasped to no one in particular. Passerby's might have stopped and stared at the man who was standing in the rain, staring mindlessly at the apartment across the street. But, none of them seemed to see the haggard man with the otherworldly glean about him.
"This isn't over. It's never been over," Walter said quietly, slowly putting one foot in front of the other, until he was stepping into traffic and across the busy five lane road towards the Ashfield Apartments. Cars whizzed past him without the slightest hesitation. A small boy stood in the rain by where Walter was standing with a broken expression on his face. As Walter scaled the worn cement stoop to the heavy wooden front door, the boy seemed to flicker for a moment, then fade.
Walter didn't care. This was a fresh start. He would try anew. Misguided aspirations to revive what he considered to be his mother might be abandoned, but the chance to save the world from eternal suffering by re-birthing God still existed.
Walter's calloused hand with his dirty bitten fingernails at the end of each digit reached out for the doorknob with true purpose. The voices of evil angels whispered in his ear, Valtiel's voice pushing him, encouraging him, re-enforcing the conviction that was growing in his heart. As the man's palm closed around the doorknob, an otherworldly screech screamed through the atmosphere. The people on the street and in their cars seemed to take notice for a moment ....
before everything ....
... turned ...
... black.
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