Jenny somberly walked through the attic looking at all her old things. Sweet nostalgic memories from her teenage years rushed into her mind like a bullet train. She gazed upon her old MP3 player, her old spice girls CDs and even some old VHS tapes. She looked at an old picture of her and her high school friends.
"So young, it's strange I still look the same, just with some wrinkles." She laughed at herself.
"Debby and Katy look very different." She continued.
She walked across the dusty room to some of her old party stuff.
"Ah. My early twenties. The nineties were the bomb. Everything after that was downhill, music, fashion, movies. Things just weren't as fun anymore after like 2003." She thought to herself.
In the corner she saw a pair of her old clubbing boots. A pair of black knee platform chunky shoes. She went right towards it.
"Wow, I remember these, I was such a heel freak back in the day. Haven't worn a pair in like ten years now though. I miss them, I used to love crushing bugs in high platform shoes. I still love to crush bugs though, just now I do it in flats." She said,
She grabbed the boots.
"Man I must've squashed like a million insects in these."
She looked under the sole of the left boot to find that they were still covered in dried out roach guts.
"Ew, I didn't clean these after that last crush video? It's been like twenty years since I made a crush video. Still hope hubby never figures out I made those videos."
She then looked under the right sole and nearly jumped out of her skin, stuck there on the right sole, was the now fossilized splattered remains of a long crushed cockroach. It was crushed into two pieces and was stuck.
"How did I not feel that under me and scrap that off?" She thought to herself.
She took a few scrapes at it with her finger to find it was completely stuck there. Hard as stone.
"Well that's just great. He's stuck there. Maybe I can stomp him off or scrape him off. Just once for old time sake." She thought to herself.
She put the boots on and began walking in them.
"Like riding a bike, you never forget how to walk in these." She giggled.
However with every step she took she could still feel the fossilized roach beneath her.
"Nope, no clue how I could've missed him under their backs that day. It's so obvious he's stuck under there. " She thought to herself.
She began stomping and scrapping to no avail. She took off the boots and walked to the bathroom with the boots. She wet a rag with hot water and went to town on both boots trying to clean them. She did this to the point she began to sweat. She looked at the bottom of her shoes, the guts were all gone but the roach's corpse remained.
"Dammit. I actually liked these boots, I cannot believe I let this happen. Oh well, I'm nearing fifty. I couldn't get away with wearing them in public anymore anyways." She thought to herself.
"Still, it sucks that I can't sell them anymore even if I wanted to because no one's buying a pair of boots with a dead roach on the bottom. Also even if I wanted to find a new pair, I couldn't because no one is selling boots like these anymore." She continued.
She then put the boots back on and walked back up to the attic with them. As she went back to the area which she originally found, she spotted a tiny man out of the corner of her eye in the corner of the room.
"Hey! What are you doing here? This isn't your house." Jenny said in a demanding voice.
The tiny man looked at her and attempted to flee. She blocked his exit and stared down at him.
"What are you doing here little guy?" She demanded.
"I kinda live here." The tiny man said in a nervous voice.
"What?" Jenny shot back.
"I've secretly lived here in the attic for like two years now."
"What!?"
"I promise, you'll never see me again. If you let me live."
"Let you live? Ha, like that was gonna happen."
"No seriously. I can continue living here, you never noticed me before."
"No way, you're dead meat. Don't think I didn't catch on to why you've been living here in the attic of all places."
"What?"
"You're in here, surrounded by my old clothes, old pictures and what not. You've clearly been masturbating here."
As the words left her mouth she thought back to earlier.
"I thought I saw a few white spots on some of my old clothes. Ew." She thought.
She raised her foot in anger, seeing that the tiny man tried running.
She then lowered her foot to the floor, placing it on top of him. The tiny man was pinned down as Jenny hadn't fully crushed him yet.
"You permanently stained some of my old clothes, you violated me and my husband's house. You deserve this and so much more." Jenny said
"Please. I'm sorry." The man pleaded.
"Sorry doesn't cut it. Goodbye you pest."
She then put all her weight down, the tiny man's body exploded as his innards were forced out of his body. His guts came out of his anus, his brains out of his head, his lungs out of his chest. This was only from the crush, the initial twist made sure to turn the soft tissue to a fine red paste.
"That'll teach him, though I better wash him off, I don't want another fossilized insect on the sole of these shoes." She thought to herself.
She took her boots off and went back to the bathroom to wash them. Once clean she returned them to their original spot. She took one last look at them and smiled.
"That was fun, just like old times sake. See you in another twenty years old friends." She then walked out of the attic.