Dont forget your keys Your sleep is interrupted by the high-pitched moaning of what sounds like an animal. You open your eyes, and after adjusting to the sharp glow of your alarm clock, you see that its one in the morning. Its most likely one of the raccoons that frequents your trash cans. Perhaps it got in a fight. Either way, its making your head hurt and your wife isnt pleased with the racket either. You decide its best to find where its coming from before it wakes your kids so, in a half stupor, you put on some sweatpants and lumber out the front door. After following the moaning to the street, you crouch down to see a bludgeoned raccoon lying in blood. It was most likely hit by a car, and theres little hope of saving it so you decide its best to get your shovel. For all the hassle its caused you, it at least deserves to be put out of its misery. As you stand up, you hear the front door open and slam shut. You turn around, wondering if your wife has come to check on you but nobody is there. The screaming starts. Glass breaks amidst your wifes terrified voice and you race to get inside, but the door is locked. The only things on your body are sweatpants and tennis shoes, so you bang on the door for someone to let you in. Your children are screaming now, while heavy footsteps hammer through the house and stop just on the other side of the door. Through the chaos, a deep, unfamiliar voice yells, YOUD BETTER GET IN HERE BEFORE THE SCREAMING STOPS! ADMIN(~Sabbath)
Posted on: Tue, 01 Jul 2014 04:26:30 +0000
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