Last Notes from the Lodger

Unknown [Dishonored]


I heard the noises again last night. But I won't open that trunk. Not with him in there. I can't even stand to look at it. And going back to our apartment isn't a possibility, since the Grand Guard seized the place.

One little push. Shoved him harder than that on a hundred occasions. But he hit his head, and the life went out of him. The plonker! Never was any good since the day I married him.

After he was gone, at first it was all right. More food for me anyway. Then things started to get putrid. Just like him to torment me from the beyond! Still, it was only a smell.

But now it's noises, and I can't figure it out. His spirit has come for revenge, that's what I think one minute. The next, I'm sure it's just rats, making a home in his skin. I yelled "quiet!" the other day. But the noise got even stronger, like he was going to burst out.

Not sure how much more I can take.