As I looked at the sidewalk, I wondered how I had even gotten myself into this position. I was fifty floors up, clinging onto my apartment building for dear life. Just this morning, I was sitting at my office desk, trying to plan out when I could go on my next vacation. Now I wasn’t even sure if I would live long enough to go on another vacation. Growing up in an agnostic household, I had never been much of a religious person, but I had a straight conversation with God about how I would go to church every day for the rest of the month (maybe I should make it the rest of my life) if he would let me live. Justin was the main reason I was out on the ledge and about to fall.
Justin, who had acted so casual about what was going on, was unconscious on my living room floor. All I had heard was the knock on the door, the mumbled conversation and then Justin was out. The next few moments were all a blur which probably explains why I am now on the ledge contemplating how my life will end. Will it hurt? Will everything go quickly? Maybe I’ll suffer from lack of oxygen falling from the 50th floor. I won’t even know how it ends. Justin won’t even know what happened. And it was all his idea to stay in the haunted hotels. Little did he know, ghosts are real.
Standing Room Only 