I know that there aren’t very much short story writers in Triond, so i thought it add to them

here you go guys, hope you like it, more coming soon

I need my rent money before the fifteenth this man says to me. He’s my landlord and he lives beneath me in the basement apartment with his wife and dogs. I don’t know how many dogs and I don’t know what they look like because I’ve never seen them but I’ve heard them. I’ve heard them at three, four, five o’clock in the morning. Howling and moaning. It sounds as if they are conjuring demons. I’ve told my landlord about the dogs that howl and moan in the middle of the night and my landlord wiggles the toothpick that’s plugged into the side of his mouth and looks at me like he doesn’t know what I’m talking about, and I look at him like how could you not know what I’m talking about when I hear the dogs howling upstairs in my flat and you live in the same room as them, I guess, unless him and his wife are not home at three, four, five o’clock in the morning. There is no way they could not hear the dogs howling. And I can’t think of a reason why they wouldn’t be home at that ungodly hour. What could possibly be going on down there?

     I’ve seen my landlord in his ugly light blue van out on the street. It’s a beat up old Dodge with a mangled wire coat hanger antenna. I’ve seen it idling near our apartment and I’ve looked in the window and seen my landlord in there, just sitting there staring straight ahead as if he’s forgotten that he’s sitting in a van idling. My landlord’s name is Owen Cabot. He looks like a gnome and is squat and has one of them thick mountain man beards and a thick bowl cut brown head of hair like he’s out of some Hobbit movie or something. I can’t complain to the Hobbit about the dogs right now because my rent is months overdue. He tells me this, he tells me I’m months behind and then he tells me he needs his rent money by the fifteenth and now I have to avoid him and check up and down the block when I enter and exit my apartment building because I don’t want to run into him. My brother paid his portion of the rent but he’s not trying to put up for me and I don’t blame him. My brother put up for me before and this is the way it is, I don’t have money. I gotta find a job.