A Cleaning Job Gone Wrong

People I know call me “ Mr. Clean”. No, not because I’m bald. Which I’m not. But because I have a knack for cleaning up the worst things imaginable. Who do I mean by people? Let’s just say, I get hired by clients, who aren’t exactly upstanding. When these people “ make messes”, I am usually the first person they get in touch with, to clean them up. I am not proud of what I do. The way I justify what I do is that the people I clean up, are just as bad if not worse than those who hire me. Usually, anyway. Now, normally I wouldn’t be posting about what I do. Especially on a site like this. But given what I experienced during my last job, I feel it is necessary for me to do so.

This job was located at an older but otherwise nice-looking house. When I knocked on the door, a pudgy dude opened the door for me. This guy looked like death. His skin was incredibly pale. Not to mention, he hadn’t slept in days, judging from the bags under his eyes. As a matter of fact, the rest of the people in the house looked to be in similar condition to the guy who opened the door for me. Including him and me, there were a total of seven people in the home. Eight, if you counted the mess.

The other people included two other guys and three girls. One of the guys was around my age. The other was in his sixties from what I guessed. And so was one of the women. The two girls were the last ones I…