Spyhole Zombies: Monday 28 March 2011 - Friday 01 April 2011

by Ricky Kay
(Scotland)

Monday 28 March 2011
23:54
I got back from another boring day at work (18:40), pressing keys, each key-press was another year off my life. Why did I chose such a boring job, or did it chose me. Anyway, wait till I tell hear this. I walked home, as I always do, Monday to Wednesday, when I saw the police outside my close. There were also some other official looking guys there, two in black suits, two in some weird one-piece yellow space suits, I guess. They looked like forensics guys you see on the news. One of the suit guys put his hand up to halt me, asked what flat number I lived at. I told him flat 3, he shook his head to the other suited guy, removed his large hand from my person and let me carry on up the stairs. Shit, there was blood everywhere! Not a large amount of blood, we're not talking bloodshed here, but enough to be concerned about. There must have been another disturbance in the close when I was at work. I hate living in a tenement building sometimes. You have to put up with other people's shit. Still, I hurried upstairs and did a little dance past another two guys (I think they were guys) wearing those yellow latex suits. They were squatting down scraping pieces of dry blood into a clear bag. Wow, it was just like CSI...(take your pick).
I've just come back from peering out the spyhole. They're still looking at the blood. For God's sake how long does it take? It's blood. Don't you get it guys! B.L.O.O.D. How many suits does it take to decide that it is blood. We've all seen the red stuff before now can you just leave the building I'm getting rather restless and very tired.
They're still making a fair bit of noise in the close. I'm sure I heard them talking about that old woman.
Good night.
Hopefully.



Tuesday 29 March 2011
23:54
I got ready for work this morning, the usual time, no shower, just a wash at the sink and said goodbye to Connie. She was having a lie in. I opened the door and took one step outside when I a guy in a suit, one of those from yesterday I think, stopped me from going any further. I told him I had to go to work, he told me quite plainly “not today”. He'd apparently already phoned my work and told them I wouldn't be in today. I wonder how he got the number? He also told me if I had a mobile phone. Obviously, who doesn't have a mobile phone these days. Me, that's who. He made me hand it over. I wasn't too sure at first but two police officers came up the stairs and instructed me to do what the man said.
No-one else came to the door, not until around 16:32, when another guy in a suit, a rather expensive suit, as if I know what a dear suit looks like and he explained the situation to both me and Connie. Something really fucked up has happened. You won't believe what those bastards upstairs have done!!!
I thought they were just your everyday idiots, goofy looking morons, you know. But it seems they've got a very dark secret. I've never known anyone who's worked on stem cell reproduction or underground bio-chemical body enhancement. Well, not up until now. I've never trusted those tools upstairs. How can you live below someone for over five years and not know anything about them?



Wednesday 30 March 2011
23:54
The guys in suits have been all night and all day. They've been asking people in the close lots of questions about the flat upstairs (flat 5). They asked me if I'd noticed anything strange upstairs. I thought I was being funny saying “yes, that couple upstairs are strange. Pair of weirdos.” The guy in the suit didn't share my sense of humour. I told him all I knew about them and the guys in boiler suits that moved a ton of boxes in. The guy in the suit looked puzzled when I told him about the gardening they did, and about the material I had found, how it looked like a piece of clothing. He asked me if I was stupid. Believe it or not, I didn't know how to answer that. Thinking back on it, I should be wearing a t-shirt with the words 'I AM A TWAT' written on it in large bold letters.

After about three hours of questioning, I decided to get some answers myself, by asking what was going on. I was told that no-one knows exactly what's going on. Fine.
I let the suit out. He didn't thank me.



Thursday 31 March 2011
23:54
I went to work. It was boring. I'm still thinking about what's happened in the close.



Friday 01 April 2011
22:53
Day off work today. Connie was at work so I had the day to myself. I went down to ask Murdo (flat 2) if he knew anything about what happened upstairs. He said that a large box was carried out of the close yesterday when I was at work. I'm trying to remember everything he said because he speaks quite low and fast so you have to lean forward without looking as if you're going to kiss him. From what little I heard and understood it seems the old woman from flat 5 had made her way down to flat 4 (across the landing from me) and knocked on the door. Lucinda, was in with her two children and wasn't too keen on letting her in, but eventually the old lady persuaded her with all her coughing and wheezing. What threat could an old lady pose? Peter, the husband returned from work around 16.15. As soon as he entered the flat he heard one of the children (his 6 year old son, Sam) scream “daddy”. The boy ran from the kitchen into the hall and into his dad's arms. Peter went into the lounge, screamed and vomited. On the floor was the decimated body of his 5 year old daughter. The top of her head missing. Holding onto the girl's arm was Lucinda, or what used to be Lucinda, and squatting over the body was the old lady.
I don't know how Murdo knows all this but I have my doubts. He can be a bit Jackanory at times, if you know what I mean.
Anyway, apparently the old bag (don't know why I called her a lady) ran at Peter attacking him. She bit him in a few places.
Murdo got very quiet and I didn't hear much else of what he said but, apparently, Peter called the police and an ambulance after escaping the flat.
Once Murdo finished talking, I tried my best to hide the confused expression on my face. I simply squinted my face a bit, nodded, shook my head, said “I know. Terrible.” then left

23:51
I may brave it tomorrow or the day after and ask Murdo more questions. It shouldn't take him long to find out. It feels strangely secure/safe with the police guarding the close. It's eerie though. I don't like the circumstances surrounding their presence. What the hell is going on!?
Time for a sleep. I was thinking of ditching this journal, but things seem to be getting interesting. I'll try to maintain it as best and as regular as I can.
Night.