Alone+by+Grayson+Burger

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by Grayson Burger

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I plopped myself onto the itchy carpet and began to dial. The dial tone rang into my ears, following with a silence. "Hello?" I spoke into my cell phone. "Hey, what would you like to talk about today?" Joey's voice rang into my ears as we began our phone conversation. "Not entirely sure, but something interesting." "Okay. Like what?" He chuckled. My brother began to scream into his headset while he was shooting down the Japanese team. "Well, not sure. Can you hear this stupid brother of mine?" I asked. "Yeah. Playing the xbox again?" "Yea." Gun shots continued to play throughout my house. I laid down on the floor next to the couch my brother was sprawled out upon, taking off my glasses to focus on the conversation. I smoothed out the few pairs of clothes I had on. My, home made, fat suit. Which basically consists of a shit load of sweatpants and a shit load of sweatshirts. I was attempting to, before, work out as much as possible. Joey and I finally began to discuss a few things together and I began to think of the next interesting topic. Suddenly, the house phone on the table next to me began to ring the loud, obnoxious tone. "One second Joe. Someone's calling my house." "Okay." I picked up the phone and looked at it in shame. Damn thing doesn't even show the caller ID stuff anymore. What a waste of money. Well shit, we need a new phone. "Hello?" I answered the phone. "Hey sweetie. We're finishing up here in New York and we'll be home probably in an hour or so okay?" "Okay." "What are you doing?" "Attempting to study." Nah, I wasn't. Well, I suppose I was trying, but screw it. I can do it tomorrow. "Okay good. And Chance?" "In his usual habitat of couch and TV." "Okay, see you kids later. Love you!" "Bye." I turned off the phone and placed it onto the table next to me. "Okay hey, sorry. It was my mom." I informed Joey. "No problem. Now, next topic?" "Well, what about your job. Like, what do you do exactly? And could I possibly apply?" "Sure. Well basically I stand in the Cafe and watch Sponge-bob all day as I watch customers take free food." "That sounds... interesting." I smiled. "Yeah, sure is." He laughed. Suddenly, everything went black. The TV and lights, everything, just shut off. I could hear my brother stirring in his seat, scrambling for his cellphone. "Joe?" I spoke into the phone. "Yeah?" He responded. This is odd as hell. "Chance?" "Yeah, what the hell just happened?" He responded as his cellphone light lit up his face. "No idea." "What's going on?" Joey asked, unaware of what just happened. "All the lights in my house just went out." I told him. The wind outside began to dance more and more as I laid there, helpless on the floor. I could tell my brother sat up as he called his friend. "Ay, Jay. My power just went out, shit dude. Get a replacement, and win that damn match." My brother spoke into his phone. When he hung up, I began to hear noise coming from the hallway, coming towards me. My brother shinned his cell phone light on me to see where I was. "Get that shit out of my face! Are you crazy!?" He sat silent. "Joe shit, I'm so scared. All my power just went out, there must be someone in the house trying to kill us. Fuck!" I said nervous as hell into the phone. He began to chuckle. "Well. I could tell you something but it'll probably just freak the shit out of you." He silenced himself, waiting for my response. I heard something come close to my body and touch my leg. //Holy fuck, it has to be someone. His leg or some shit, touching me, trying to find where I was and kill me. Shit!// I laid perfectly still, attempting to quickly plan out an escape plan if this thing were to try to grab me. //Shit, shit, shit.// "Gray?" My brother's voice said softly. I didn't respond as I squirmed my legs to see what it was that just touched me. I felt a wet tip touch me and a sneeze to follow. My face dropped and I wiped my legs from my dogs snot. "Call mom gray, call mom!" Chance began to get nervous as he shown his cellphone light on me a bit more. I returned my attention back to Joey. "God no, don't. Don't." I grabbed the house phone off of the table and tried to call my mom from it. Not even a damn dial tone. Shit. "Joe, shit. I'm mad scared. I'll call you back. Bye." I hung up the phone with him and immediately called my mom. "Hello?" My mother spoke. "Mom, all the lights in the house just went out. There has to be someone in here trying to kill me." I spoke frantically into the phone. "Calm down. Is your brother with you?" "Yea." "Is the rest of the neighborhood lights out?" "I have no idea, shit. The whole house is pitch black and all I see are shadows dancing outside the door." "Go to the neighbors house. Go to rich." "Chance!" I screamed to my brother, "Get your fat ass up and we've gotta' haul our asses to Rich's house. Now." I searched frantically for my glasses and put them on. "Be sure to put your shoes on!" My moms voice rang into my ears. "You're kidding me right? So I'm supposed be like, 'Yo, bitch ass killer. Pause everything, I need to put my shoes on'?! You're kidding right?" I yelled into the phone as I stood up, grabbing my brother to come along. We both ran through the door, down the steps and across the front yard. Rocks stabbed at our feet as we shuffled through the driveway as fast as possible. Rich's, my neighbor across the street, house seemed further than ever before. The street before us seemed to stretch more and more as we got closer. Our feet began to burn as we quickly ran across the cement. Finally reading their driveway, we pranced up onto their porch and rang on the doorbell. Without hearing any ring, I began to quickly knock on the door. No sign of living organisms held within that house. Shit. I looked around at my neighbors homes. Their lights were out too, but nothing seemed to even stir inside. I glanced at mine to see if there was anything wrong with it. Some dude possibly running about with a flashlight or gun or something, maybe. Nah, nothing. But still, get me into that damn house. "Did you shut the door?" I turned to my brother. "I think so." We both looked back towards our house, trying to see if we could see the door from across the street. "Whatever." I turned back to the door and began to knock again. Finally, a light shined from within the house and came closer to the door and began to unlock it. The light shined in my eyes as I tried to cover my face and my brother and I stepped in. "Powers out." Rich informed us. Obviously. "Yeah. We got pretty damn scared. There has to be someone in the house trying to kill us or something." I told him. "Well you kids can stay here until the lights go back on okay?" "Sure." I began to fiddle with my phone and called Joe back. "Hey, what happened?" He asked as I began to wander about his house. "Lights are still out, we're at my neighbors house now. I'm so scared!" I answered to him, turning to my brother, "Did you shut the door?" I peered through the curtains and tried to see if he did. "I did!" Suddenly, the lights turned on. "You guys can stay here if you need to." Rich turned back to us as he sat down comfortably in his chair. "It's fine. We'll go back. Thanks though." I nodded my head as I fixed my pants a little bit, realizing I was still in my 'fat suit'. I probably looked like an idiot. "Bye." My brother and I replied in unison. We skipped down the steps as I informed Joey we're about to run and to hold on for a minute. Whatever blasted into his ears probably was a hilarious mix of the wind and my brother and I laughing at each other as our feet began to burn on the cement again. By the time we reached our driveway, the rocks barely hurt as they pierced the bottom of our feet. Our hearts were pounding as we bounced up the stairs onto the porch. Opening the door quickly, my brother and I flew into the house, shutting and locking the door tightly behind us. My brother returned to his natural stance: laying like a fat lard on the couch, xbox controller at hand and headset peeping out from behind his ears. What a joke, this kid surely has no future. Like dude, honestly. It's fun and all to play and what not, but this kid does nothing but this. Come on! I can't even get my time to play... asshole. //Oh yea! Joe!// "Hey, okay. We're back. Sorry for all that noise and what not before. We're back at my house, but it's still fucking creepy." I began to laugh a bit, quickly remembering how hilariously I reacted. "It's fine," He chuckled, "You really were scared as shit though. And can I now tell you what I was going to say before?" "Sure." As he was talking, I ran throughout my house, checking all of the doors to make sure they were locked. "Well, I was going to say that if I knew where you live, I'd drive over and probably knock on the windows and creep the shit out of you for the hell of it." He chuckled as he spoke. "I would smack the shit out of you if you did that." I began to laugh and try to catch my breath from running throughout the house. "Well that was a bit ridiculous don't ya' think?" "Yeah." He laughed with me. We continued to have our conversation and eventually my parents returned home. When they came upstairs from the garage, they immediately asked, "So what happened?" "Black out." I replied, laughing at myself.