Post by Deleted on Oct 27, 2016 15:55:08 GMT -5
I wrote it as a letter I guess. Prompt was to write about an encounter so i took that literally and had it so they wrote about it
Claria,
I don’t know what time it was. I don’t remember.
I think it was some time like 11 last night. I wasn’t supposed to be awake but I was. It was dark out. It was dark enough that I already couldn’t see well and the thick layer of fog out wasn’t making it any easier. The pumpkins on the steps had the candles lit but the porchlight was out. You remember the new light bulbs you bought Dad for his birthday? He broke them. He was taking them down from the attic and the cat spooked him or something and so he dropped them. That’s not important. You gotta hear this.
You know how the back door is creaky cause of that rusty hinge? I was sitting on the couch eating cheetos. It opened all on its own. I heard it creak open slowly and I swear to God I thought I was gonna die. But like, sensibleness told it was the wind. I finished my cheetos but when I set my bowl down I noticed the silhouette of some guy standing in the doorway. Before you ask, yeah, I got a little freaked out. “Why the hell are you in my house?” I squeaked.
“I'm not in your house.” He told me. “I am in the doorway.”
“Please get out of my doorway, sir.”
And he stepped inside.
I was pretty terrified and I totally thought he was gonna stab me or something. I really shouldn’t watch so many horror movies it makes me all jumpy. But there was a GUY in my HOUSE. I turn on the light and look at him and the first thing I see is he doesn’t actually have a head. I know I sound crazy but you gotta believe me because Mom asked me if I was on something and I think she’s gonna tell Dad. You’re the only one who listens so like I had to write to you even though you probably won’t read this till I get murdered by weirdos.
“Can I borrow two steak knives?” he asked me, “My boyfriend and I are having steak and he lost the last set we had.”
I threw my cheeto bowl at him. I wasn’t giving this dude knives. Mom would be so mad at me. She probably would want me to be stabbed than ruin her silverware anyway. But this guy just looks at me. I think. He had the pumpkin dad carved for Halloween for a head so I guess he just faced me. He walked up like really close. He smelled like pumpkin but I think that was just his pumpkin.
“Fine,” he said and glared at me with a look more angry than Aunt Eda when you tell you can’t possibly have seconds. I don’t know how he did it since he didn’t have eyes but it was straight up terrifying. He cleared his throat loudly at me and said, I'll tell Kyle that our new neighbors are rude. He won’t want to invite you to a dinner party after that.”
“I don’t want to go to Kyle’s dinner party!” I shouted at him.
“Go to bed, Steven!” mom shouted from upstairs. She storms down wearing her PJs and looks at me. “You left the door open? We’ve got electricity bills to pay! And why were you eating cheetos at night?!” She said the time. I don’t remember when. I looked back at the door but pumpkin guy was gone. And now I can’t even text you about it cause I lost my phone for a week.
From,
Steven
PS. its your week to do dishes so you better come home soon
Claria,
I don’t know what time it was. I don’t remember.
I think it was some time like 11 last night. I wasn’t supposed to be awake but I was. It was dark out. It was dark enough that I already couldn’t see well and the thick layer of fog out wasn’t making it any easier. The pumpkins on the steps had the candles lit but the porchlight was out. You remember the new light bulbs you bought Dad for his birthday? He broke them. He was taking them down from the attic and the cat spooked him or something and so he dropped them. That’s not important. You gotta hear this.
You know how the back door is creaky cause of that rusty hinge? I was sitting on the couch eating cheetos. It opened all on its own. I heard it creak open slowly and I swear to God I thought I was gonna die. But like, sensibleness told it was the wind. I finished my cheetos but when I set my bowl down I noticed the silhouette of some guy standing in the doorway. Before you ask, yeah, I got a little freaked out. “Why the hell are you in my house?” I squeaked.
“I'm not in your house.” He told me. “I am in the doorway.”
“Please get out of my doorway, sir.”
And he stepped inside.
I was pretty terrified and I totally thought he was gonna stab me or something. I really shouldn’t watch so many horror movies it makes me all jumpy. But there was a GUY in my HOUSE. I turn on the light and look at him and the first thing I see is he doesn’t actually have a head. I know I sound crazy but you gotta believe me because Mom asked me if I was on something and I think she’s gonna tell Dad. You’re the only one who listens so like I had to write to you even though you probably won’t read this till I get murdered by weirdos.
“Can I borrow two steak knives?” he asked me, “My boyfriend and I are having steak and he lost the last set we had.”
I threw my cheeto bowl at him. I wasn’t giving this dude knives. Mom would be so mad at me. She probably would want me to be stabbed than ruin her silverware anyway. But this guy just looks at me. I think. He had the pumpkin dad carved for Halloween for a head so I guess he just faced me. He walked up like really close. He smelled like pumpkin but I think that was just his pumpkin.
“Fine,” he said and glared at me with a look more angry than Aunt Eda when you tell you can’t possibly have seconds. I don’t know how he did it since he didn’t have eyes but it was straight up terrifying. He cleared his throat loudly at me and said, I'll tell Kyle that our new neighbors are rude. He won’t want to invite you to a dinner party after that.”
“I don’t want to go to Kyle’s dinner party!” I shouted at him.
“Go to bed, Steven!” mom shouted from upstairs. She storms down wearing her PJs and looks at me. “You left the door open? We’ve got electricity bills to pay! And why were you eating cheetos at night?!” She said the time. I don’t remember when. I looked back at the door but pumpkin guy was gone. And now I can’t even text you about it cause I lost my phone for a week.
From,
Steven
PS. its your week to do dishes so you better come home soon
