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Another day in the apartments, another day terrified.
Atropa opened her eyes, staring up straight at her ceiling,
the white paint was pristine and new.
She lay in bed a few minutes, just staring, before rolling over, and then sitting up.
Sighing, she ran a hand through her hair and closed her eyes for a moment before getting up.
The day was bright and sunny, and Atropa knew that six more tenants were moving in today.
She was excited for the company, at least.
Walking to her kitchen, she turned her coffee pot on and then went to her bathroom, turning the shower on.
Slipping out of her bed clothes, she got in and pulled the shower curtain closed.
The hot water felt good against her skin, and she closed her eyes, relaxing for a moment.
She froze as she heard a sound though, her eyes opening wide in fear.
Her bathroom door opening, squeaking loudly.
"H-Hello?"
She called, not daring to look out of the shower.
No answer.
"S-Someone here?"
She asked, louder this time.
The sound of footsteps, and then-
"Hello dear!"
A loud, enthusiastic voice.
Atropa sighed in relief and peeked out of the curtain.
"Hello Miss." She said, waving a bit.
"Hello, Atropa! I came to make sure you were up for our new guests!"
Atropa nodded.
"Well, I'll see you in the office in thirty minutes!"
She called, waving happily as she walked.
Miss Jenna was a plump woman, in her early forties, wrinkles around her eyes from smiling so much.
Her plump cheeks were always rosy with blush, and she always wore the most horrible blue eyeshadow, and bright pink lipstick.
Her outfits usually were something gaudy and horrible, like a pantsuit that was very tight and unflattering on her plump frame.
But, Atropa kept her mouth shut.
She knew Miss Jenna could be horrible.
The scars on her back proved that.
Ten minutes later, Atropa was dressed in a pair of jeans and a black tank top,
with some flip flops on.
She drank a cup of coffee, brushed her teeth, and went to the office to meet the new arrivals.
She prayed that their stay would be much nicer than hers.