Hush HushUpdated at Feb 21, 2021, 04:39
Nobody lived in flat number six. As far as we were aware, it was empty. The date was June 2018 and my husband and I had moved in almost two months ago. We had bought flat number five, and were quite content to live in it - it was a neat cosy little apartment with a kitchen, a bedroom, a bathroom and one room which merged the living and dining spaces. Not to mention, it came cheap and was only a ten minute walk from the train station. Sure, the wallpaper was a little fuddy-duddy, and the kitchen designing was a little seventies, but with a bit of paintwork and a few trips to the furniture store, we would hopefully make it work. The little outer Joburg neighbourhood was appealing, too. It was the kind of idyllic suburban places where there was enough traffic on the streets to reassure you that you ain’t in the middle of nowhere, and there was little enough traffic to let you get to sleep soundly. The high street had everything, too - a doctor's surgery, an optician's, a dentist, and a Tesco supermarket. At any rate, we were feeling nicely settled in by the end of two months, and had high expectations of our new life in Bruma.....