The last bell of the day rings, and everyone jumps out of their desks and storms out of the last class for the day to start the weekend. Alberto, walks with two of his buddies to his locker on the second floor.
As they're descending the stairway, they continue their chatter about the 'happenings' of the day until they have to part ways as he continues onto the second floor and they continue down to the main floor where their lockers are located. The halls are swamped with kids desperate to get out of there and start the weekend. Alberto, for one, is anxious, it was a busy week, he had exams in three of his classes and two 'six-hundred-word' papers are due in two of his other classes on Monday. He started a week ago on these two papers and would be done tomorrow, hopefully he can at least enjoy Sunday, and have it all to himself.
Alberto quickly fills his backpack with the textbooks his going to need and starts heading back to the stairway and on his way to the main floor. As he descends the stairway flooded with kids, he pushes passed a few and makes it to the main floor and continues, bumping into his buddies again and continuing the conversation where they left off. All three of them make it out the front doors of 'Pine Valley' high and into the sunny afternoon in Pine Valley.
The wind seems to have settled since last night. It was a stormy night last night. It has been storming for quite a few nights now in Pine Valley, but it all seems to go away with the morning and everything settles down during the day, like it is now. Alberto wonders if it's going to be stormy tonight as well. He continues to the bike rack where he chained his bike this morning, and his two friends go their way...one is getting picked up and the other is going to walk home as his place is close to the school.
Alberto liberates his bike from the bike rack by unlocking the chain holding it to it, and gets on it and starts on his way back home.
Alberto POV
I peddle a bit harder as I pass house after house in the neighborhood, wondering what it must be like to live there, or there...or there. Yeah, sometimes I have stupid thoughts, stupid shit crosses my mind now-and-again. I've been known to let my imagination run wild from time to time! I think about a lot of stuff, like other kids of my age, but I guess it's normal, I'm just fourteen right. The breeze hits my face gently as I ride carelessly through sidewalk after sidewalk...I love those pine trees! We've lived in 'Pine' for a little under three months now. I'm a 'Bronx' kinda-guy, we still have family there...in NYC, and we left everything we knew for eerie and quiet 'Pine'! I don't really have a problem with 'Pine', as much as I have a problem with having left Bronx. I had life-long friends there, and we have...like I mentioned before, family as well, so I might just be a tad-bit homesick right now. My dad said I'd get over it, and my mom said I'd make friends right away, it always seems pretty easy to adults, it's almost as if they've never been kids before...sometimes they just have no idea.
I come to a stop sign, and make a quick right turn on 'Hemingway' drive, I almost dread getting closer to the house. It's not a terrible-looking house...and of course, it's not a scary looking home either, you know...like those on movies or on T.V. But there is something about that house that fucking terrifies me. I always get a feeling of dread whenever I'm in the house, almost like there is someone watching me all the time! But not just watching me, but sizing me up as well...like when a cat watches a mouse from some hidden place in the corner or in the dark. I feel so fucking weird all the time. I'm not going to tell my parents, as they'll just think I'm homesick and I'm just saying this to convince them to move us back to NYC. So, I just made peace with the fact I might just be a really 'weird' person and I just occasionally brush this awkward feeling aside whenever it engulfs me. Like I said...sometimes I have stupid thoughts, and I've been known to let my imagination run wild from time to time.
Like this past Monday, I kid-you-not...I woke up to a really strange feeling in the middle of the night, I believe it was around three or three-thirty...god I swear there was something 'warm' and 'hairy' and 'tiny' underneath my blankets! I was so freaked out, as I hate fucking rodents, I'm not scared of them...shit, are you kidding! I'm just not comfortable sharing my bed with rats or mice. This...whatever it was, was at the end of my bed, felt like underneath my covers, just scampering about all over my feet. That shit fucking tickled, as I swear it felt like my fucking toes were being handled and my fucking soles were being touched too! I make it a habit to sleep in my 'jams', but I don't wear a shirt and or socks...just the pants-portion of it.
I don't know what-the-fuck this was under my covers at three in the morning, but something tiny, hairy and warm was touching all up on my bare feet and toes...and tickling the shit out of me...waking me the-fuck-up and freaking the shit-out of me! I remember I quickly got up, a bit shaky, and pulled off my covers to see if I could see the mouse...or whatever was touching my bare feet and toes. No luck there, but I did hear it drop to the floor and scamper away...as I heard it's little feet all over the wood floor, and I think I saw something go into the closet, under the door crack.
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HororThe rain is pounding into the night, as Alberto struggles to open his eyes from a deep sleep, which seems has been abruptly interrupted by a strange feeling on his muscles. As the flashes of lightning break through his bedroom window, and the shake...
