She goes into a hoarder's house

As Olivia reached the address, she pushed the rusted metal gate open, flakes of rust coming off onto her hand. She brushed them off, looking at the little front garden space. It was totally overgrown with weeds and strewn with rubbish, takeaway containers, empty tobacco pouches, beer cans, dog waste, used nappies that other people had thrown in there, understandably thinking the property was unoccupied. The curtains at the window were pulled shut. She'd never seen anywhere like this before. Undeterred, she stepped over a pile of dog waste and onto the front step and rapped the door knocker. After about a minute, there was no answer so she knocked again.

"Alright! Alright! Keep your hair on, I'm coming."

Olivia heard the sound of shuffles, clanking metal and a barking dog from behind the door. A chain was released from the inside and then a key turned in the lock. The door opened, it's backward motion sweeping papers, unopened post and empty cans with it. Olivia looked at the man inside.

"Oh... err... hello. My name's Olivia and I'm from the local social work department." She smiled brightly and continued, "I'm here to..."

"I know why you're here," the old man responded, leaving a silence that was a bit awkward.

They each stood facing and evaluating the person in front of them.

Colin was a 75 year old pensioner. To Olivia, he looked incredibly dirty and she wondered when he'd last had a bath. He had a very large build that she thought was actually obese. His dark grey hair was matted and his face had a number of sores on it. Faded tattoo ink covered both arms and his eyes looked overly large through the thick lenses of his black framed glasses. Aside from his physical appearance, he was also dirty by nature too. His reclusive behaviour was primarily because he preferred to spend his time indoors watching porn or looking through his thousands of hoarded 'girlie' magazines. He hadn't been near a woman since his wife passed away 15 years ago and even then, he'd not had sex for about 25 years as his wife had gone off it when she hit middle age. His days were mostly spent eating and wanking to porn.

"C... can I come in?" Olivia continued to smile, determined to do the best job that she could.

"Yeah, might as well. Go through..." Colin gestured her into the house.

Olivia stepped cautiously inside the dark hallway, having to avoid the empty cans and food boxes but unable to avoid stepping on unopened mail and discarded newspapers. It smelt musty. She had to step quite close to Colin as she avoided the debris and he actually felt a few wisps of her hair touch his face and could easily smell her perfume as she went past. She looked up the stairs ahead of her. Every single step was covered in piles of magazines, old newspapers and what looked liked dirty underwear.

As she went into the larger space, the rancid smell hit her hard. A mixture of stale food, tobacco, what smelt like urine, and sweat. There was no natural light, just a tiny lamp with just a bulb and no shade in the corner. Again, there was nowhere to stand that wasn't covered in something. Empty beer and energy drink cans littered the floor. Pet food bowls with dried in leftovers, takeaway boxes, some with old chicken bones in them. Tissues and ripped up kitchen towel. Empty tobacco pouches, more dirty y-fronts. Olivia thought she might be sick as every breath she took, she could almost taste the stale atmosphere. As her eyes became accustomed to the dim light, she looked around. There were piles and piles of magazines stacked up on chairs, on the dining table and against the tobacco stained walls. A punctured inflatable sex doll was propped face down in a corner. Not that she could tell what it was as it was so dark. One thing that did surprise her was that a huge 70 inch wide TV adorned almost the entire wall in front of the window. She looked back to the chair that was set opposite it which was heavily worn and obviously where Colin spent most of his time. The doors to the cupboard next to his chair were **** open by the clutter inside that was bursting out. On top of the cupboard, there were two ashtrays overflowing with spent roll-ups, a partly used toilet roll, another couple of magazines, a beer and an energy drink can and a remote control. She found a space quite near the window that only had newspaper on the floor so stood on that and watched as Colin waddled in and fell into his chair. His weight made it difficult for him to walk properly.