The Beast of Montenegro

By the time Mina reached home it was almost dark. The ghosts had vanished from sight. The building looked abject from the outside, when Mina walked in the ambience was more deplorable. The faint lights on the wall made the yellow paint appear brown. The many years of neglect showed in every corner of the building. The invariable stench of boiled cabbage infused the air. Someone was always cooking cabbage, though the smell was wretched it made Mina’s tummy rumble.

Mina went up at the flight of stairs, leading her to her apartment. She had a habit of looking up at the dreaded stairs that coiled up into the darkness. Her apartment was on the fifth landing. She placed her hand on the banister ready to ascend the way up when Natalia out of nowhere halted her.

“Mina, don’t go up there,” Natalia impassively warned her. “He will kill you if you do.”

This passiveness was not common in Natalia. Mina became a little scared. What was she to do?

“He will kill you,” Natalia repeated. “He is waiting for you upstairs. He has made up his mind today.”

“You must hide,” Alena soon appeared. “Hide, Mina!”

Desperately, Mina looked for a place to hide, noticing a wedge underneath the stairs. She hurried and hid underneath there. At this moment, feeling as she did, she couldn’t think of a better place.

“Be quiet and stay still,” Alena advised.

“He’s coming,” Natalia warned.