Routine: Shower and Agatha Undress

Routine In the morning there's a huge difference between 6:00 and 6:05. My phone's alarm clock woke me up as normal, but I realized the time was 6:05. It was the new phone's annoying menu setup, I must have slipped my finger through the minute dial choosing the wrong time settings. It also has the annoying habit of leaving applications open throughout the night and which is why the battery is low. So I put it to charge while showering, instead of putting it on my back pocket like I usually do. Once in the shower I shaved, and I brushed my teeth.

In routine I listened to the weather forecast on channel seven while having breakfast. My brain was in the routine, and in the routine my phone is on my back pocket. I left to work. The sun had already scorched my car by the time I got inside.

The steering wheel felt particularly hot. I drove towards “The dangerous curves” a hill north from my house. I drove to route 23, and I stopped at the Clinton's road where I threw a penny into the lake for good luck. Immediately afterward I proceeded to the dangerous curves. I drove my car steadily through the steep slope until arriving at the “Clinton's elderly nursery home”.

This edifice is from the 19th century. Today is my first day at the Clinton's nursery home. I turned the iron rusted knob on the edifice main entrance door. The edifice had numerous windows, it nearly felt like a church. To my right was a young woman who introduce herself as Elise, she seemed odd. We became acquainted for a few second.

“You must be Edwin, right!? ” said Elise in a surprised tone. “Yes” I positively replied. “Edwin, I recommend that you take good care of yourself while your here” Elise seemed startled, taunted and deterred. “Why is that? ” I asked with doubt. Nothing, I must go” she mysteriously replied. What was that all about? I felt clueless.

Meanwhile a wrinkled old lady with gray hair and moldy green veins approached me. She had no teeth, and was missing her left eye. Her fingers trembled, perhaps she had Parkinson’s disease. A good part of her face was burned. She dressed in black and wore a dark hood over her head. “Hello son, I'm Agatha.

Your going to scrub my back, rinse my left eye socket and wash my mouth” “I'm Edwin. I will gladly assist you with your needs! ” “Cut it son, you fear me like a cat fears water.I look like a witch, and I know you” “You know me, from where? ” I said while chuckling “Hello son, I'm Agatha” the old lady repeated herself Somehow this did not feel strange to me. I was aware of her Alzheimer disease on top of her other health problems. I grabbed Agatha by her hand and guided her to the nearest couch, were I sat her. I explored the edifice only to find out that Agatha was the sole elder of the house.

In that moment I got into the routine of working. I guided Agatha to the master bathroom, which consisted of an old bathtub.I filled the tub with warm water, and I helped Agatha undress herself, I noticed a good portion of her body had been burned not just her face. I mixed water and soap to clean her eye socket using a soft sponge. I then scrubbed her wrinkled, dried back which felt like a cactus to the touch.

I reached for a towel and dried the old woman. Again, I guided her but this time to her room. By now it was night time. I sat next to her as she slept. Throughout the night I heard dripping sounds, perhaps I had left the bathtub facet open.

I autiously checked the bathroom but the facet was not the source of the sound. It was almost 2:00, and the dripping sound continued. I rested my head on the wall, but not trying to fall asleep since I needed to keep an eye on Agatha. I then recalled the attitude of Elise earlier today, she seemed scared to death. Somehow I understand her, but I still do not understand her fear.

This edifice is creepy, and Agatha is straight from a horror scene but it is just not that scary. It is now 3:00, and the dripping is constantly creeping me. I decide to explore more and leave Agatha alone.I lurk around the edifice but everything seems perfectly fine, except for a few open windows which I had not noticed before. My shift would soon end at 4:15.

I was now away from Agatha's room, and I needed a clock, I decided to check my back pocket for my phone. When I realized it was not there. I then realized I left my phone charging back at my house. Suddenly my brain broke from routine and I became aware of reality.

The dripping sound came from the other rooms, not a facet. Agatha is mentally sound, but she is Psychotic. The dripping sound is – blood, which squirts from snapped heads.Agatha killed the elders. She was never meant to be alone. I do not want to be presumptuous but now I understand why Elise acted in such an unorthodox manner.

My heart outgrew my chest. In pure instinct I reached for the main entrance, I quickly ignited the car engine. And I drove away from the 19th century edifice. Immediately after pressing unto the accelerator I collided against Agatha. Her body exploded into a river of blood, her flesh found it's way through the gaps of my car, her bones cracked like weak twigs, her brain splashed against the windshield.

I ignored the gory and I drove right through her.I heard the flattening of her skin on the road, I felt her skull crack upon the pressure of my wheel. I felt a decayed odor in my car, her foul scent had embedded the inside of my car. Passed the Clinton bridge, my car engine stopped working.

Agatha's blood has somehow mixed with the car's motor fluid – or that's what I thought. This is where I had dropped a penny earlier today. My penny was now on the road, like if someone had taken it out of the lake and put it their. I looked around and I saw the face of a small boy, he looked relatively close but I could not make sense of his face.

I felt the eerie sensation of being watch, I saw strange lights and childish laughter. I ran towards my car, and tried to ignite the engine until it worked. I continued to route 23, where I read a sign “If your out here in Clinton road it is because you have gun”. Then I remember fables and horrors of this road, which I had forgotten when my mind was in routine earlier today.

This road belongs to the “Ku Klux Klan” clan, now it makes sense. The black robes which Agatha wore, she was a victim of the KKK clan, the people she killed belonged to the clan. Was it right of her?That I will never know. I arrived home that night.

Then I took a good look at my car, and it was perfectly clean – but the smell still persisted. An hour ago I had just ran over an old lady, I expected her flesh to be tangled up on the wheel's or perhaps splattering blood art everywhere – but no, the car is perfectly clean except for the smell. I entered my house, and immediately my phone became conspicuous. It was a message sent to me at 6:00 “Honey, I know your going to work at Dolores hospital nursery home, which is close to Bruce school – I already buckled him up in the car for you!His in the back seat” I then realized.

That the Clinton's was not my work place – it had been changed a week ago, but I had forgotten. I now remember they said that the Clinton’s had been abandoned since the incident. Which means that I spent the night the ghost of Agatha and Elise. But far worst, my son Bruce, is the source of the pungent odor in my car.

He was bake by the scorching heat earlier today. I killed my son, all because my mind was engaged in “routine”. I let my son die. The boy that I saw in the bridge was him, he was the one who put the penny in the roadway.