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Sixth Door to the Left is a infrequently updated fiction anthology feed for short stories that needs to be told. Tone may vary greatly, as we ask the question: What’s behind door number 6?
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[Forest ambiance]
[Spider Crawling]
Man:
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Why, greetings, my dear traveler.
I see my sweet pet Larry has guided you
right to where you need to be.
Oh? Where are you, you ask?
*Evil Laugh*
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New episodes release every Tuesday
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[Forest ambiance fades]
That was The Morbid forest. You can
listen anywhere you find your podcasts.
Now, today’s episode:
A Criminal Confession
This episode contain elements that
could be sensitive to some individuals,
including crime and mentions of cancer.
See the shownotes for additional details.
[Jail ambiance]
THE SHADE:
I don't really know how to begin this letter.
*Writing on paper*
I've recently been... gifted
a tremendous amount of time to think,
and I do not need to worry about
paying rent. Dream come true, right?
Well, my current, um, residence
leaves a lot to be desired. I do not
recommend it, even from this position
of relative shelter from the capitalistic
hellscape of the outside
world.
Whatever is going on is, for now
at least, not really my problem.
I'm rambling, but if I don't
write this BS down I might go insane.
I'm thankful the guards don't see me
as a security risk, otherwise they
would have assumed this pencil was to
be used as a improvisational shank or
something, I don't know. I've seen
too many prison movies, but that's
neither here nor there and yet again,
not really relevant. *writing stops*
Okay, I better
get started. The Iliad wasn't
written by beating around the bush and
feeling sorry for oneself, or maybe
it was. Hah. It's not like I can just
look it up, but... okay, scratch all this
*paper being balled up and thrown in the trash*
THE SHADE:
Okay, let's
try this shit again. *writing
resumes* *inmate screaming*
When I was 6 or 7 my mother got sick,
and while she
survived the cancer I didn't know
that would be the case at the time. I
ended up in the wrong crowd, picked
fights with everyone.
By the time I was a teenager I had
lost count over how many teeth I
had... let's say "liberated" from mouth prisons.
I ran away from home at 16, blaming
my mother for my shortcomings in a
way I really regret now, but she's
been in the grave for years at this
point, and I'd like to say my
tendencies for violence is what did
her in. I would never raise a fist
towards her, lest anyone thinks
otherwise. I think it's more of a
psychological thing, breaking her
heart every time I broke someone's face,
or something like that. Things
could have been a whole lot worse,
but that's when she, the artist, found me.
Like me, she didn't have the best
circumstances in life, but where I
would punch my way into and out of
problems, her style was that of
ruthless manipulation. We became
instant friends, deciding to join
forces and formed the Shade Duo, the
most notorious criminals this small
town had ever seen. Where I would
leave a broken nose, she would find
ways to manipulate the teachers into
inadvertently enacting her revenges
and solve petty squabbles. I was once
the victim of such a manipulation,
although I didn't know it at the
time. I was accused of having thrown
a rock through a window, and the
teachers just assumed it was me.
After all, that's what I did, I broke
stuff. They said they had a witness
pinning me at the location, even
though I was inside trying to break
into the cafeteria vending machine.
There was no use arguing and I was
forced to pay for the repairs. Having
no money, I started turning the nerds
upside down and shake them until
money came out. Now, even my
thick skull realized that nerds alone
would never make a dent in the debt I
had incurred, I needed a plan.
Thankfully, there she was. *writing stops*
[Prison fades]
[schoolyard ambiance]
THE ARTIST (teenager):
I heard you needed to find some quick money
THE SHADE (teenager):
Where did you hear that?
THE ARTIST (teenager):
Come on dude, everyone knows you
broke the window. Stuff like that is
expensive.
THE SHADE (teenager):
Leave me alone.
THE ARTIST (teenager):
I've got a proposition for you.
THE SHADE (teenager):
How so?
THE ARTIST (teenager):
The corner store doesn't have cameras
and I know the combination to their
safe. I tell you how to get in, and
we split the profits 50/50.
THE SHADE (teenager):
What's in it for me?
THE ARTIST (teenager):
Do you have any idea what kind of
money they are moving? If we do this,
we'd live like kings. We could afford
anything, do whatever we wanted.
THE SHADE (teenager):
And what's to stop me from doing it
alone? I could empty the safe and not
tell you.
THE ARTIST (teenager):
You won't do that, because I'd know
it was you. We'd make a great team.
Acquiring knowledge is my specialty.
[schoolyard fades]
[prison resumes]
*writing resumes*
THE SHADE (current day):
She was right, of course. She usually
is. And so it happened, one slow
Saturday night. She had all the
details planned out, employee
schedules, the combination,
everything.
She had been planning this for a
while, and it went perfectly.
One hundred thousand SEK, roughly 10
thousand dollars, split evenly
between us. I didn't think it would
cause the shop owner to close down,
or I did and flat out didn't care.
That was our first heist together,
and after getting a taste for the
thrill, we were soon planning out
another. The school was suspicious
when I paid of the debt in full,
doubly so when the news broke about
the corner store, but by then we were
long gone, leaving the town for the
capitol. And man was Stockholm
wonderful. Nobody knew us, we could
blend in easily and there was enough
crime that nobody would think twice
about us. She was a couple of years
older and had her own car. We were
unstoppable, but of course it didn't
take long before our money was gone.
Turns out a hundred thousand wasn't
that much money when that's all you
had. *writing stops*
*PA jingle*
PA SYSTEM:
All inmates are to follow the
directions from the guards. Failure
to comply will be noted and can
result in lost privileges and extended sentencing.
THE SHADE (speaking over announcement): Yeah yeah yeah, all inmates,
blah blah blah, whatever.
*writing resumes* Our next
scheme was a bit more involved.
I cannot begin to fathom how she
pulled it off, but the end to our
stay in Stockholm was quickly
approaching. We needed cash, fast.
She staged an accident, wrecking our
car, the one permanent home we had. I
was furious with her but she told me
not to worry, everything would work
out in the end. She made it look as
though we had both perished in the
crash, and finagled our life
insurance to get to a account we
controlled rather than to our next of kin.
I visited a ungodly amount of
ATMs that week. 3.7 million SEK, just
like that. Her gamble had paid off,
but I was growing suspicious.
It was a incredibly dangerous stunt
she pulled off,and now we no longer
had a way of legally driving, or do
anything, for that matter. She failed
to consider the consequences of being
legally dead, but we kept at it. We
did so many heists it was kind of
unbelievable, until our Magnum Opus.
The year was 2009, and we were
bringing out all the stops for that one
We had acquired a helicopter,
took great pains to have the police
grounded before moving on to the G4S
cash service depot in Västberga,
Stockholm. The robbery went off
without a hitch, we rappelled down a
skylight and was on our way again
within minutes. Me and her wasn't on
site, but had planned the whole thing
and would make sure the booty was
kept safe after the fact. Everybody
involved, except the two of us got
arrested after the fact, but that was
only the beginning of the end for me.
Soon after the heist, she disappeared
on me with all the money. I feared
the worst, in light of the fate of
our colleagues. Was she arrested?
Fled the country? Laying low? After a
few weeks of this I was very annoyed
and happened to find her at a bar. I
approached her, consumed by a rage I
had not felt since I was a child. I
held my tongue however, keeping the
worst of it inside, and approached.
*writing stops*
[prison ambiance stops] [Bar ambiance]
THE SHADE:
I-is that you? The artist?
THE ARTIST:
That's not a name
I really go by
anymore.
THE SHADE:
Well, where have you
been? I feared
they had gotten to you.
THE ARTIST:
I had some stuff to take care of,
none of your business.
THE SHADE:
We have been working together for a
decade, you have not once left like
that.
THE ARTIST:
Don't take that tone with me. My life
is my own, and yours is yours. I do
not come here making demands on you,
do I? If you have issues with how I
operate I suggest you keep them to
yourself and try not to test my
patience.
THE SHADE:
I thought I deserved at least...
THE ARTIST:
You assumed wrong.
THE SHADE:
Okay, but what about the money?
THE ARTIST:
It's always
money with you. I have it
secured and I was gonna come find you
and show you, but now I don't feel
like it anymore. Goodbye forever.
[Bar ambiance stops]
*writing continues*
[prison ambiance resumes*
THE SHADE:
And that was that. I didn't hear from
her again, and when I tried to press
her on the money thing, her two
bodyguards made it clear to me the
conversation was over.
I could have taken them, and I'm sure
she was counting on that, but I left
instead. I surly would have been
arrested and I knew when to call it
quits. I didn't have much of an idea
where to go from there, I had no
marketable skills and without The
Artist there was simply no way I
could construct a heist like we had
grown accustomed to. Money was
running out quick, I had to do
something. That's when I felt a hand
on my shoulder. A police officer.
They told me that I was under arrest
for involvement in, well, everything.
I later found out that our shared
bank accounts had been emptied and
that she had pinned it all on me. The
insurance fraud, the banks we had
emptied, even the corner store job. A
anonymous tip was all it took and I
was a dead man walking. I was never
even supposed to make it out of the
helicopter job, she was cutting ties
and I was left with nothing.
So, now you know my story. It wasn't
supposed to turn out like this, I
know it hurt you to learn of my
supposed car crash, and hearing it
took Mom's life... I hope you find it
in your heart to forgive me. I will
spend the rest of my days behind
bars, all I ask is that you come
visit. I hope I can still have a
relationship with my father, after all these years.
*writing stops*
*paper crumbles*
Fuck, I can't send that. I put myself
in this position by trusting her, I
do not need to bring anyone else down
with my crap. What's done is done,
picking at the scabs any more than
this will just make things worse.
Better for the world if I just keep
to myself...
*PA Jingle*
A Criminal Confession was narrated, written,
directed and edited by Pelle Frid, with
consultation from Edward the sound guy.
The Artist was played by Devyn Boer.
The PA system was Heizhima, with
sound effects taken from various sources,
the Sixth door to the Left
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