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The clock struck midnight. I was on my laptop in my bedroom, browsing through YouTube videos. However, my browsing stopped when my phone vibrated. I saw that I received a text message from my friend, Ben.
“Hey man I’m outside by the back door. Can you let me in?”.
I knew he was lying. For the last few weekends, he had been messing with me. One weekend he told me he was parked in my cul-de-sac when in reality, he was in his bedroom. The following weekend, he told me he was coming over to hang out. When I came outside to greet him in his car, he floored it out of my neighborhood. I wasn’t going to let him get me this time. I sent a reply back.
“I know you’re just messing with me again.”
He immediately replied back.
“No I’m being serious this time, I am by the back door.”.
“Nice try, I know you’re not there.”
I placed my phone down and continued my search. About a minute later, my phone vibrated again.
“Ben, you can’t troll me three weekends in a row. However, I’ll give you an A for effort.”
I placed my phone down again. I wasn’t going to play his little game. As I was about to continue my search, I started to hear something from the deafening silence of my dark house. I faced the doorway behind me and listened closely. It sounded like footsteps, silent footsteps walking around downstairs. It was nerve racking. I couldn’t believe it. Was my mind tricking with me or was Ben actually in my house? I grabbed my phone.
“Are you joking with me man?.”
I continued to listen as my phone vibrated again.
“No, I told you I was downstairs, but you didn’t believe me.”
I was quite relieved that it was him, but I was pissed off that he broke into my house. I could hear him walking around downstairs still as I waited for him to come into my bedroom. I grabbed my phone again.
“Aren’t you going to come upstairs? I can hear you walking around downstairs. Just come up here already.”
I sent the message and waited for him to respond. I was starting to get a little annoyed after a minute of waiting. I got up from my bed and went to the doorway. I proceeded to shout downstairs.
“Get your ass upstairs already! Stop fucking around!”.
I sat back on my bed as I began to hear him walk upstairs. Suddenly, my phone vibrated again. It was a text message from Ben.
“You know I was fucking with you, right?”
My heart dropped. I looked up at the doorway to see my killer smiling at me.
Credit: Matthew Stacks