Either way, whatever was underneath my fucking covers freak the shit out of me! Last night I think I heard some scampering on the wood flooring in my room some time after twelve, I was half-asleep and half-awake but I'm sure I heard little 'mouse' feet running around in my room. Shit, I swear if I have mice or rats in my room, I'll backpack back to NYC on my own, I hate places with rodents, or anything that can crawl all over you while you're asleep!
As I'm in deep thought about my 'rodent' predicament, the house starts to come up in the distance. It's a four-bedroom 'ranch' with a double garage and the biggest backyard I've ever seen. The backyard is fenced, has four Oak trees that lead right up to the fence at the end of the yard. After the fence there is a hill, that looks more like a peak, with patches of stone at the very top. It's the biggest hill around, and it happens to sit at the end of our property. Sometimes it looks extremely creepy...specially at night, as it has trees, and bushes up there, it becomes extremely dark the farther up you get if you climb it.
I ride my bike up to the garage and past it and I get off and leave it against the brick wall of the house. The house-keys are dangling on the zipper of my backpack, so I just unhook them and proceed to unlock the back door of the house, the door leading into a hallway that leads to the kitchen on the right and the dinning room right behind it. The living room is right after that, the stairs going to the second floor are of course as soon as you open the back door. I turn the key and proceed to open the back door letting that 'dread' wash over me again, that feeling of eyes on me, from all over this fucking house. I wave away that feeling in my mind as I turn immediately to my right and head upstairs to the second floor, anxious to get to my room. I'm not really that hungry right now, as I actually ate the shit that we got for lunch today at the cafeteria...god I swear, these people must pick out the left-overs from some dumpsters around town because I can't remember a time when cafeteria food ever was any good. I think dog-food is probably better...healthier too! Anyway, so I'm not that hungry right now, so I'll be enjoying an afternoon with 'Deftones' with my Sony walkman, and then pushing my ass to start on what's left of those two papers I have, which are due this coming Monday.
I walk past my parent's bedroom, then across from the bathroom I open the door to my room...my dad's office is next door, where he locks himself up and does all that 'work' shit during the weekends and most of the afternoons as well. I sort'a-stole a stop sign from a street in our neighborhood some weeks ago, and it's now screwed onto to my bedroom door...letting everyone know to 'fuck-off' and 'knock' instead before just walking right in...you know, I could be doing something stupid right...I am fourteen! My room is a mausoleum of 'I'm a fourteen year old boy shit'...as I have stuff everywhere, my pants, my shirts, my sneakers...everything everywhere, wherever! My mom insists I need to get organized and I have to agree, but fuck it...I'm almost never in the mood to get things started, and when I am, I have no time since I'm doing homework or studying for some stupid test or finishing some fucking paper...as always!
Anyway, I throw my backpack...somewhere, as I heard it land somewhere in the room, but I didn't really pay much attention to where, at least for the moment. As what I really wanted to do was just throw myself right onto my fucking bed...which I forgot to make this morning. And I did, I reach for my walkman, which is on my desk, next to my bed, and I quickly start to play it as I get the head-set on my ears and begin with 'Root', one of my favorite songs in the Adrenaline cassette I bought last weekend at the mall. I continue listening until the next song '7 Words', this shit is better than I anticipated, if I'm not careful, I might just spend the entire weekend listening to fucking music instead of finishing my fucking papers!
As I listened to the lyrics of every song, I kept thinking about the weird feeling this house gives me every time I'm in here. I don't know what it is about it, but I feel like I'm 'cornered' most of the time. Like I'm being observed closely by something or someone, like there is something or someone waiting to pounce on me any given moment. I would even go as far as saying I feel threatened by something that I cannot see...my skin crawls sometimes, when I'm alone, like right now. So I have to be doing something to take my mind away from that odd feeling and thought of being watched. I continue on listening to the next song 'Engine No. 9' thinking about what we will have for dinner and what crazy shit I'll have to listen to at the dinner table from dad about work and mom too.
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TerrorThe 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...
