I've been Challenged Once, Given Coffee Twice

Nevermore

Nevermore

After drinking the whole bottle of cheap wine, I let my body drop on the shabby couch of my living room. Outside, the raging winds of autumn threatened to dismantle the window pane. The tempest howled fiercely making my body shiver.

"Heater piece of crap! I need to go to Home Depot tomorrow!" I said after kicking hard the noisy apparatus that instantly ceased making the loud noise that was driving me crazy.

On my way back to my man cave I stumbled and tripped over the coffee table. If I had drunk a cup of the dark brew definitely my nose wouldn't had been broken. "Ouch!" I protested.

I rubbed my nose and stood up as steady as I could trying to look regal, even in my deplorable state. My body swayed product of the ingestion of that hellish red wine. "Next time I will not buy the $2.99 bottle of 'Lambrusco'". I told myself.

I was about to reach my comfortable imitation of leather upholstered couch but the fierce gusts opened the window abruptly. I tried to walk in a straight line but I failed. Yet I managed to get to the window panes and closed them before the whole house got flooded by the heavy rain.

My hair was a mess. "Surely I'll need to go to the beauty salon tomorrow too." I was pissed off. There were twigs and leaves in my hair making it look like a mouse nest.

The loud and terrifying sound of the thunders made me jump back.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!" A sharp scream was heard. I felt a cold blow in my stomach and goose bumps rose all over my skin. Definitely it was time to turn off the TV. Friday the Thirteen was not a good option to watch in a stormy night being alone and after reading 'She' written by Karl O'Connor. "Jeez! That almost provoked me a heart attack" I grabbed my chest and panted. I didn't want to throw up a whole bottle of wine on my carpet so I decided it was better to sit down again. The dimness of the night and the flashes of the lightning drew frightening shapes on the walls. "Yes, let's add to the to-do-list changing the wall paper. It sucks!"

All of a sudden I heard a soft knocking on the front door. I startled.

"Who can be knocking at my door in this stormy night?" I thought aloud as I walked to the door. I looked out through the door's peephole... only darkness, nothing more.

"Damn kids! Don't they have anything better to do?" I griped. Then I thought of the heavy rain outside and the thought of kids knocking doors by midnight in the middle of a storm resulted absurd after all. "It was my imagination and nothing more!"

Finally I sat down. I grabbed from the side table the most interesting books of all to keep me awake: Fifty Shades of Grey. After devouring eagerly one page of the story, I fell asleep.

"Oh Sh*t! What's that?" I jumped off the couch to find out that the windows had opened one more time making a loud noise. Once again I closed the French panes. My heart was still throttling. I gasped.

Then the knock on the door again. "Who's there?" I asked. Only silence... and the sound of the cicadas... and the scary voice of... the neighbor singing. And the bumping on the wall of the couple next door's bed as they had sex. "Oh, come on! Don't have a feast in front of the pauper! Perverts!"

I walked slowly to the front door. I hesitated, but finally I opened the door. "Aaaaaaaaah!" I screamed terrified. The scene in front of me was Dantesque! Frightening! I felt I was about to faint of terror. There... there standing by the door was a pair of Jehovah's Witnesses. "Noooooooooh!" I shut the door in their faces and I stepped back. The impression was horrid enough to believe I was going to die.

"Oh God you want to see me insane! Don't You have enough with taking Lenore away! Oh Lenore I loved you so much! I'll grieve my entire life and suffer the worst of the torments because you have gone!" I cried out loud as I grabbed the picture on the bureau and pressed it hard against my chest. "Oh my beloved Lenore. Why did you have to go!" I stared with my eyes filled with tears to the photo of my dead hamster, Lenore. It was still vivid in my mind the moment when I stepped on her.

I left the picture on the bureau and stared at the bust of 'Pallas' above the door. That was when I heard it "Nevermore" "Nevermore".

"Oh shut up Pollie!"

***Please, don't say anything! (lol)

778 words for the challenge. I've chosen The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe.