After losing my job I decided moving would be a better option for me, a small flat with bland white walls, and an unusual aroma. I slumped onto the dusty brown coach, and closed my eyes. I was nearly asleep when I began to hear clattering upstairs.

‘I just had to choose a flat with a rented out upstairs,’ I thought to myself, and I listened intently to the action upstairs.

“What if we just dump if in the river?” A woman asked, “It’d make this whole thing easier.”

“Dump it in the river?” A man exclaimed, “Are you trying to get us caught! We should bury the body in the grass, but let’s place a dead animal above it.”

“An unfashionable idea to me,” A younger man said, “I think we should send the body to the police, dressed up nicely with a little note. We need to do things with stlye.”

‘What the hell is happening up there?” I thought to myself. I continued to listen to their conversation.

“We’re not dressing up a corpse,” said the older man, “And we do not need to send a letter to the police either! We’re not supervillains in a movie, nor are we Jack the ripper.”

“Let’s assume our victim is a man,” The woman said, “I am not doing a bunch of heavy lifting! If the victim is a man, then you have to carry his body.”

“Ah shucks!” The young man yelled, “I don’t want to carry the body! You’re going to, and I’ll dress him up!”

“I already said we’re not dressing up a corpse,” Said the older man, “I’ll can carry the body, since you’re too weak to do it.”

“Weak! I am not weak! I just care about the smell that will ruin my clothing. That stuff is expensive and valuable!”

“When should we strike?” The woman asked.

“Tonight, when the renter downstairs sleeps we will kill them,”

My eyes went wide, the victim they were talking about was me. I got off of my couch, and went into the bathroom, locking the door behind me. I sat in the bathtub, and debated calling the cops.

‘I don’t have evidence,” I thought, and I waited, ‘If I bait them inside, the cops can catch them in the act.”

A few hours later, and my front door creaked open. I heard soft footsteps walked past the bathroom door and into the bedroom. The footsteps went back and abruptly stopped in front of the bathroom door. My heart thumped inside of my heart, sweat rolled down the side of my face, and my lip quivered. I held my knees close to my chest, and buried my face into my knees. My hands shook as I grabbed my phone, and dialed 911. I whispered into my phone, “Someone’s in my house, and I can’t say much or they’re hear me,”

I silenced my phone immediately and waited for the cop sirens.

“Where are they?” The Woman asked, “They’re not even here! Did you check the move in date?”

“I did!” The young man said, “I’m not stupid, ok? They were supposed to move in today.”

“Keep looking,” The older man ordered.

After a few minutes they group came back together in front of the bathroom, and one of them rattled the doorknob. I heard a bang against the door that made my heart drop. Another bang and then another, but then the sound of sirens.

I smiled as I heard the group run away, as the sirens got louder.

‘I’m moving from this place right away.’