Devil's hour (one shots)

DOTA

(dota players, don't be scared, this is just a fiction XD)

DOTA

     I was facing the monitor, playing the famous game of all, DOTA. "Pota," I cursed as my avatar died. This game is so addicting that I spent all my time playing this game. I don't care if there's exams coming. All I care is to play this game and win. If I lose then I'll just play again and have my revenge.

      I waited 'till my avatar resurrected. The character I'm using is Nevermore. Always Nevermore. I started to march my avatar forward when my mom suddenly called me. "Jake. JAKE!" she yelled. Sheesh, why does she have to yell? I'm not deaf. Just busy.

     "WHAT MOM?" I yelled back. Just for revenge. "DON'T YOU SEE I AM DAMN BUSY?!" My voice so loud that I didn't realize it.

     My mother burst into my room with a boom stick. It's already late and she's going to sweep the floor? I thought it's bad luck to sweep the floor at night? People say you're sweeping the luck away from the house when you sweep the floor. Also you sweep the little dwarfs so you have to say "Tabi tabi po." Pssh, traditions. Like bad luck is real.

      My mother walked toward me, her feet stomping the floor. I turned my head away from the monitor and faced my mom, who's now at my back, tapping the floor with her left foot. Her face is a mess. Her hair messy and there's some dust on her face like she haven't taken a bath yet. She also looked tired but why do I care? All I care is DOTA. "What?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.

     She crossed her arms over her chest. "All you did today is to play that fucking game. You haven't helped me do the chores yet. Now, I want you to unclog the toilet since your little brother did something to that toilet," she said,

      I marched back my avatar to the safe place and twisted my chair to fully face my mom. "Look mom, I don't have time . . ."

     "You don't have time?" she yelled once again, "You don't have time? You spent all your time with the game and yet you don't have time? You have nothing to do in this house except to play. At least help me with the chores. You're the eldest here and you should be a role model to you 4 siblings!"

     My lips curled into a grin. "I like to be a role model to them. A DOTA model," I laughed.

     "JUST UNCLOG THE TOILET!" she yelled so loud that I'm beginning to get deaf. She looked really irritated.

     I don't like to be shouted at. Time for revenge. "JUST DO THE FUCKING CHORES YOURSELF YOU BITCH!" I yelled back.

     My mom stepped back as she heard the bad word, "bitch." Her eyes began to water and tears started to fall down to her cheeks. She darted toward the door and slammed shut behind her, leaving me in the room.

     I shrugged and faced my computer and started playing the game.

     Hours past and I felt like it's just minutes. I'm not done yet with this game. I felt my eyes irritated because of the light of the monitor. I broke my glance from the monitor and looked at the Micky Mouse wall clock. It's already 2:59am. I watched as the long hand of the clock moved until it's 3:00am.

      I leaned on my office chair and ran my fingers through my blonde hair. "Maybe I should get some sleep," I muttered under my breath. I exit the game and turned off the computer. As I stood up, I heard a scream, a very horrible scream. I darted toward the door and went where the source of the voice is. I think I heard it in the kitchen. I peeked in the arched door. I found no one. I shrugged. I was about to come into my room when I heard another scream. This time, louder and more horrible. And I think it came from the bathroom.

     I swallowed hard. There must be a monster. Ok, why am I thinking that? There's no such thing as monsters. But to be sure, I grabbed a rosary from the altar we had in the house. I tiptoed toward the bathroom. The door was not close so I pushed it gently and peeked inside. My eyes grew wide. I was so terrified. I couldn't explain this feeling but I know this is fear and sadness.

     I found a dead body standing in the bathtub. A body without a head. She was covered with blood. Staring at the neck made me want to vomit. The body wasn't moving. Of course it won't move unless it has a head. Should I step inside or should I just left this body in here? I couldn't imagine my 4 siblings screaming, seeing the headless body standing in the bathtub. Maybe I should remove it but how? And who's this body from? I studied the body. It seems familiar.

     Suddenly, the covered toilet seat moved with a thug. Yeah, thug. The sound. Thug. I wanted to peek what's under the cover but this body in the bathtub scares me to death. I must be brave. I'm a boy after all and my siblings were all girls. I took a deep breath and I regretted doing that because the smell in the bathroom stinks. Like a decayed living thing, decayed body. And I guess it came from the headless body over here.

     "Be brave," I muttered. I slowly stepped inside the bathroom, trying to ignore the damn headless body. I gently touched the edge of the cover or should I say lid and opened it fast. My eyes grew wider than before and I wanted to shriek as I saw a head in the bowl.

     The head of my mother.

     I shrieked like a scared girl but no voice came out. I unconsciously dropped my rosary. I wanted to run but my feet were stuck into the floor tiles. I can't help to look at my mother. She has big black eyebugs and her hair was scattered everywhere. She looked like an aswang.

     Her closed eyes suddenly opened widely. Her eyes were all black like a monster. Like a demon. She opened her mouth and scream loud. The same scream like before. Even louder. Her mouth was opened wide, so wide that my head can fit in it. Suddenly her tongue, shark as knives, stretched out and stab into my forehead.

      Everything went blank.