Gemotions

The mailman's presence was a threat. Each day, Michael watched him from behind the peephole, scrutinizing his every move. The building's management, with their sleek brochures and promises, were clearly in league with him.

He taped over his windows with newspaper, blocking out the light, creating a private fortress. The outside world was a danger, a source of lies. The world was now a place of potential attack.

He started keeping the door ajar, with a baseball bat within arm's reach. He wouldn’t be caught off guard. He would be prepared. He could see their plan. He knew what they wanted.