Abel 1977 Page 15

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As I turn the fucking knob, I notice that the whole house is dark, and it's a few minutes after eleven, so I'm sure mom has to be here already. I go in, and all the lights are off, so I head up stairs to go straight to my room. Yeah, I know I'm late...but I'm fucking sixteen already man, most my age don't even have a fucking curfew, I mean I'm practically a fucking senior and shit! I tried convincing them about letting me borrow either one of their fucking cars...but we all know the answer to that fucking request. I just got my fucking license like a few days ago, and Daniel is the only one who'll let me borrow his fucking car...thank god for that asshole!

The hallway is dark, except for a night-light we have between my room and Joseph's 'trophy' room. I open the door to my bedroom and head inside, closing it behind me. I switch on the lamp next to my bed and just start to take all my shit off...sneakers, pants, shirt, socks...it's fucking after eleven, so I have to 'hit the hay' quick before anyone notices I just walked through the door a few minutes ago. Just as I get under the covers I hear the wind pick up outside, and see a few flashes of lightning go off too. Fuck, made it just in time, no soaking tonight for my fucking ass...I can't fucking believe I didn't even get any pussy and I was gonna get poured on if I had made it just a few minutes later than I did!

Unfortunately for me, I'm not exactly as much sleepy right now as I am fucking horny...all thanks to Brenda, that fucking bitch! But maybe I can take matters into my own hands before I head to school tomorrow with that fucking dirty mag I took from Joseph. Now, as I lie on my fucking bed thinking about my fucking 'horniness' I switch off the lamp and try to get some sleep and think about next Friday...when I'll actually get some 'pussy' from Brenda. The storm raves on outside, and I begin to hear the rain pounding the fucking windows hard. The thunder starts to shake the house a bit, over and over again...noisy-ass fucking night.

Narrator

The clock in the living room shows a little after one in the morning, and the house sits in silence, except for the storm raging on outside. Shadows dance about the hallway, the rooms, and the rest of the house, as the rain pounds the windows and the thunder shakes the entire foundation. The lightning  breaches through the curtains over and over again, sending the darkness into a frenzy of shapes and funny figures.

Then, out of the silence that grips the entire house, there is tiny whispering, and tiny foot-steps...more like scampering all around. It seems to be coming from Abel's room, the 'tiny' noise that now seems to be growing...it's coming from Abel's room!

Inside his bedroom...amidst the dancing shadows of the lightning, and the piercing earthquake of the never-ending thunder, tiny figures appear...some over the t.v. set, others on the night-table, while others stand on the bed's headboard, and some push open the closet door, slowly...and make their way to the foot of the bed, while Abel sleeps soundly, not knowing he's slowly becoming surrounded by these tiny creatures.

Abel is now lying chest-first, with his arms under his pillows and his head resting on those to the right...as the lightning flashes through his windows making his pale skin glow a bit, now without any covers, as he's lying over the blankets, only in his underwear...he stirs a bit, and the noise from these tiny creatures, now invading his bedroom stops for a few seconds.

As the storm continues outside, a few of the creatures climb up to Abel's bed, and as two separate groups, pick up each of his now bare, pale feet...which are at almost each far end of the foot of the bed, and take them carrying them, and place them together at the center of the foot of the bed, with all of his ten, pale toes, facing down now. Then, a few more of the creatures climb up to the foot of the bed...as the rest continue to whisper, and laugh, and growl in their own tiny voices, and some climb on top of Abel's naked ankles, while the rest remain on the sides, as a few more push the ankles even tighter together, while a few more begin to pass around his ankles a tiny rope, over and over again. The tiny creatures tighten the tiny rope around Abel's pale ankles a few more times until they're roped tied-tight. Once Abel's ankles are tied up very tight, some creatures move to his upper body, while Abel remains snoring soundly, unaware he's getting roped-up tight and is surrounded by all these creatures, and more are climbing up to his bed to continue securing him tightly!

However, just as the rest of the creatures move in to continue tying him up...the front door of the house is unlocked...and they all hear this! There is a tremendous commotion amongst them, and the tiny creatures scatter in fear all over the place in Abel's room. All of them disappear into the darkness of the walls and the corners. The closet door remains open, as most of them scamper about inside, and fade into the shadows there too! The thunderstorm outside begins to slow down, and the rain starts to come down less and less, as the flashes of lightning become infrequent as well. Now, Abel lies on his bed, without any blankets or sheets over him, sleeping facing down on his pillows, with his arms underneath them...as his pale ankles remain tied up with that tiny rope, and his pale, bare feet with all ten toes facing down to the floor, at the foot of the bed.

His mother makes her way up the stairs, a bit dizzy from the little bit of liquor she had at her friend's place tonight. It began as a Tupperware get-together in the evening, and turned into a 'pajama' party for adult women (of course without the 'pajama' part, just the bit of drinking). It had been a great while since Abel's mother had spend some time with friends, just by herself, no one else.

She clumsily walked over to Abel's room, opened the door and peeked inside just to make sure he was in bed, where he should be. He, of course, was...snoring sound asleep as always, and she closed his door again, and decided to go into the bathroom to freshen up a bit. Unbeknownst to her, she had saved Abel's life for that night from the tiny creatures. They would have to try to take him again another night. She, however, never noticed his tied-up ankles at the foot of the bed, she was too buzzed! Abel, as well, was too out of it to feel anything out of the ordinary happening to him at all.       

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