The Haze That Eats
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This was her chance, Marisol's only chance, to make the most of the new life thrust upon her. Even if that new life is entirely consumed by the imposing apartment building that has become her responsibility and home. Trapped on all sides by its aging dilapidation, something is intent on making sure she doesn't leave.
Mercury Winters
From the small, forgotten places of South Texas, Mercury Winters grew up on a steady diet of horror films and renaissance festivals. Her debut novella, The Haze That Eats is a modern gothic horror set in an impoverished apartment complex. She currently lives in Illinois with her wife and three dogs. When not writing stories about sapphics with big swords and cosmic trauma, she can be found playing guitar in her punk band, and/or, overthinking.
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The Haze That Eats - Mercury Winters
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Copyright © 2022 by Mercury Winters
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or used in any manner without written permission of the copyright owner except for the use of quotations in a book review. For more information, address: wintersmercury@gmail.com
First paperback edition October 222
Book design by Mercury Winters
ISBN 978-1-5011-7321-9 (paperback)
ISBN 978-1-4767-4660-9 (ebook)
www.mercurywinters.com
Chapter One
Her whole life had been consumed by an impenetrable haze.
The haze had gobbled her up in one greedy bite - her entire world had fallen into ash the day her mother died.
She had never properly appreciated until that moment that her mother was her entire world. Marisol Gutierrez and her mother were all that either had ever needed. Which was nice because they were all that each other had.
But now Marisol had no one. She had nothing.
She didn’t have a home. For the last couple of years, Marisol took care of her mother day and night while the disability benefits kept them in a house, food, and necessities. But those withered away with her mother.
At first, when her landlord Mr. Todd (Ken, please.
) showed up at her door, Marisol was sure that she had lost a day somewhere and today, not tomorrow, was eviction day. It wasn’t, though. He had an offer for her, and she had no choice (or drive) to decline it. He would provide her with an efficiency apartment in his complex and the means to pay for it if she took the maintenance job at that same complex.
Last night, now, had been when she had moved what belongings of hers could fit in the old car into her new home. She had tried to hold every last second in her old home for as long as she could. But eventually, it was late, and she had to move her life in the dark.
So then, today was the first day of her new life. She was determined for it to be good.
It was her first day, waking up in this breathing behemoth of a building. A fat three-story brick building, last updated in the ’80s, with countless identical little apartments pieced together. The protective grates over each window had been twisted and bent over time to become a type of abstract organic art. Its face was wise, aged, and wrinkled with cracking paint and crumbles of plaster and concrete.
This first morning of many for her to wake up in the little yellow box that was room 320. The first to blink her eyes against the tobacco-yellowed egg-shell
paint rolled over cinderblock walls. Behind them, she could hear the televisions, the alarm clocks, and the signs of life of the countless other residents waking up in their little yellow boxes.
Honestly, Marisol just wanted to sleep. To sleep again and forever. Then she could be free of the haze and the pain that had settled so deeply in her lungs, gut, and mind.
But she couldn’t. She wouldn’t.
Her mother’s voice was still fresh enough in her memories that Marisol could hear her enthusiastic support. It sounded like when she sent Marisol off for the first day of school every year. Marisol didn’t bother wiping away the tears as she got up from her mattress on the floor.
She was getting up.
She would go to work.
She would be grateful for the place to live and the job, and she would use this opportunity to make a life for herself. She told herself that squandering this opportunity would break her mother’s heart - and Marisol needed to believe that was still possible.
Besides, she had to pay for her little yellow box somehow.
She followed the game trails worn in the cart by the footsteps of tenants long before her to the kitchen in the front corner. She turned on the little light in the cove and heard the electricity humming loudly through the wire and unto the flickering light. It sputtered rust brown at first, but Marisol was patient. Eventually, it cleared.
She had intended for her first shower in her new home to burn some life back into her skin with the hot water faucet opened wide.
She didn’t register the icy cold of the water that came out.
Marisol put on her coveralls, which had already been paid out of a check she hadn’t received yet and checked her mother’s faux-crystal alarm clock beside the bed.
7:42 AM
She would be early for her first day of work and set the right impression.
The click of each of her outside-facing locks barely registered in Marisol’s ears as she closed her door. She wanted to still be asleep in a dreamless fantasy. Instead, she had reality and a door. A plain slab door with little metal plates hammered in reading 320.
There were the two deadbolts, and just below them, affixed to the same metal door guard, was the little bracket with a hole in it. It lined up precisely with a mirror partner attached inside the door frame.
The electrical hum followed her down the hall. She discovered a fair amount of the wiring was retrofitted to sit on the outsides of the walls. It was ugly and zip-tied, tucked into corners down the length of the halls. Their little plastic protective cases had been camouflaged by a thick skin of beige paint that smothered almost every surface.
She took note, assuming they were her job now, as would the flickering lights that beckoned her down the stairwell, through the building, and to the basement maintenance room. The stairs were a relic, too, of