A/N: So... it's a weird story. I'll admit. Golf Mike is a being that follows you, breaks into your home, and finally, he will try to teach you trig. Enjoy!
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Everyday you brush your hair, a sliver of normalcy in your life. The last sliver left.
As time passes, the days get colder. When you stare in the mirror all that stares back at you is the knowledge that it won't be long until he's here.
Today, when you brush your hair, it stands up on the back of your neck. He's close. Today, you know, he'll be here.
Your smart enough to know there's nothing you can do. The lights flicker, before the power clicks off. The bathroom door creaks open.
It's too dark to make out anything but a silhouette.
Fingers wrap around the door, nails clicking against the wood.
You hold your breath. The air is freezing, and it burns your lungs, but you hold it.
For a moment, the room is silent. The silence before the storm. The silence before the end.
You don't want to see it. Your scared, and you admit it. You close your eyes, and lay down the hairbrush.
You can hear him. Golf Mike makes his way across the room. You can feel his body heat behind you. You can feel him leaning forward.
You hear him as he whispers in your ear, "Tan equals opposite over adjacent,"
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Word Count: 207
A/N: I've never written whatever genre that was before so I hope it was good. :)
I hope you have a pleasant rest of your time.
Sincerely,
Mac/Grey
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RandomI've decided to put all my scraps of writing in here. Don't expect it to be good, and don't expect it to be regular. If you need to expect it, expect it to sit. Good luck to both you and me. This'll be a wild ride. :p
