Tuesday Tales - Funny

 

Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week's word prompt is “funny”. We are back with my new story. I’m still not sure where it is going.

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**Note to my readers - while this story will have a romantic element, it is first and foremost a sci-fi tale. And it's a pretty creepy one at that. If you are uncomfortable with that type of excerpt, you may want to move on for this week.**

He scooted towards the wall of the building next to him, allowing the shadows to swallow him whole. There weren’t many people out and about at this time of night. Those that were out of the streets either worked the graveyard shift someplace, were heading home from the bars, or were up to no good. He shoved his hands in his pockets and lowered his head as he passed the few folks hanging out on the sidewalk on his way to his apartment. 

Guilt ate him alive. He may not have killed that young man back in the alleyway, but he led him to his death. If he weren’t such a coward, if he could get rid of this thing inside him, it never would have happened. 

He could hear static in his head then a deep chuckle. It sucked that it could hear his thoughts. Some poor dude dying far before his time wasn’t a funny subject. This parasite had a psychotic sense of humor. 

Ezra stumbled to the door that led to his building. His fingers quaked as he tapped the security code into the keypad. He heard the door latch click open through the pounding in his ears. It took all the strength in his legs to trudge up the stairs to his place. He struggled gripping the key and slipping it into the lock. 

People thought Ezra was quirky to have a mess of keychains with one key each on them. If they only knew the truth. When he got like this, he was lucky to handle anything at all. Some nights, he just collapsed in the hallway and passed out. 

Every one of his neighbors thought he was a drunk. Nope. He was the human vessel for a killer alien. Or aliens. Again, he wasn’t sure who all was living inside him other than himself.