The Drafted Reality and Dreams

CHAPTER 4

I heard knocking on the front door, so I went downstairs from my room. I looked outside of the window beside the front door. It was the pizza guy, I sighed in relief. Relief? How strange.. I unlocked the door and looked up to see this tall slim guy wearing a pizza hat and the doctors pizza uniform. What a classic, I smiled softly.
"Hey little dude." He gave me a fierce half knocker nod.
"Hey, is that pepperoni pizza?" I pointed at the box of pizza using my eyes.
He nodded, "Sure is, it's already been paid for. So here you go little dude." He gave me the pizza box; It was feeling hot underneath the box. Nice and hot, you can tell that it was newly made and fresh.
"Thanks for the pizza!" I gave him a big smile as I was happy that I finally got to eat. "I was starving!" I chuckled softly, "Yeah? Well enjoy the pizza while it's still hot and toasty." he gave me another nod and went towards the car that he uses to deliver pizzas.
I closed and locked the door, I put the box on top of the kitchen counter. Grabbing a glass plate and some cold ranch dressing as a sauce. I knew that I get to enjoy what I call real food, food that is actually edible, unlike mom or I should say step moms cooking. All the food she ever made was always dry and yucky. Just didn't bother telling her all that, which would have hurt her feelings. I picked up my plate of food and took the ranch dressing with me; Placing them both on top of the table. I went into the fridge to find something good to drink other than tap water. There wasn't much except the rip off of Dr. Pepper, guess that will do. Dr. Thunder is the rip off but it tastes the same as Dr. Pepper and it's cheaper. Kinda wonder who bought this, whoever it was step mom or dad or whatever, might as well thank them for having this available.
It didn't take me long to finish the pizza, there were still a couple of slices of pizza left in the box. I put the leftovers on a plate and put it in the fridge, tossing the box onto the side. Dad didn't tell me that I wasn't allowed to go outside but I feel like mom wouldn't want me to. Having this kind of feeling must mean that I'm connected to her still but spirit. Can still feel her warmth and her presence in this house. Good or in a bad way, either way I still miss her. I wonder what happened to her. Mary seems like she knows about it the same as dad but why cant they tell me? I get it, I'm still young but I deserve to know either way. I guess I will find out some way or somehow, maybe with enough patience I will.
I grabbed the pizza box and went out the back door. I tossed the box into one of the green bins. I collided my hands together almost like my hands had dust all over them. I looked around the backyard; it was small but it had enough space for at least a campfire or possibly two outdoor chairs and a small coffee table maybe. I looked over the tall wooden fences, I was able to see parts of some peoples houses. But I saw a tall man who had a large build staring at me from the other side of the fence. The man with an inhuman face, I gulped as I stared at him almost as if I looked away he would come closer. I stepped backwards slowly, getting closer to the back door. The man only stared and watched my every movement closely. I was right there at the door, so I booked it and went inside quickly and locked the door.
What am I supposed to do now? Should I call 911 or call dad at least, or is that pointless? He could just be a neighbor but his face and how I saw him when I was half awake earlier. Everything is just weird.. And they might as well get even weirder. I furrowed my brows as I fiddled with my fingernails. I probably should call dad first.
"That's what I did, I called him and said that I should make sure every door is locked and tried to reassure me also." Did I really call the police? Yes, yes I did. Well I mean, what else am I supposed to do? Wait for dad to come back and hope that everything will go back to being normal? Yeah I don't think so but I just get an uneasy feeling so I figured why not call the police too. Maybe I will feel more at ease? Not really. . .
"We will send a police officer down to make sure you're doing alright and even look around outside also." Her voice was loud and clear but sounded almost empty when she spoke.
"Alright, thank you." I sighed in relief, I hung up and went back to my room; I sat on my bed for a little while until they arrived.

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I sat on my bed which felt like centuries. Hasn't even been 30 minutes, hasn't even been a minute since I called dad and the police. I don't even know what to do anymore, should I wait or should I go check to see if that man is still there? Either way there's always a bad and good outcome no matter what choice I make.
Im shaking enough right this moment but I maybe should check if he's there and that all the doors and windows are locked to. I left my room and went downstairs. I went over to the front door and made sure that the door was still just by turning the knob and pulling it or what not. And then I went to check the back door. It was locked but I felt an uneasy presence nearby. I went to look outside of one of the windows in the living room until that man showed up. He was right there in front of the window, you can see him breathing on the window.
My eyes were very much wide open as if they were bleeding out. I jumped back of course, I stared at him as much as he stared at me. We were pretty much having a staring contest, one of his eyes was red and the other; you could hardly see it, almost like his skin melted and some stayed there blocking the view out of one eye. Other than his melted skin he was terrifying, scary to be more exact. Is he the killer all the kids were talking about? I thought they were messing around trying to scare others including myself. I didn't know that they were telling a fact and not a joke.
I should've been more careful around here since that's what my gut has been telling me but I haven't listened to it. I blinked, getting out of the eye contact or the staring contest type of situation. I ran up to my room and locked the door behind me. I called dad but he didn't pick up.
I kept calling and calling and no answer. I eventually got a call but it was an unknown number. I answered the phone and all I heard was uneven breathing coming from the other side. I eventually started hyperventilating as it was all too much for me to really handle on my very own. I immediately hung up and heard footsteps from downstairs.
Is it the man? That man with the melted skin? I gulped harshly trying to listen in on what he was doing down there.
"Edson?" Dad called out, I was relieved; my whole body softened up. "I'm up here in my room!" I answered back and heard the footsteps come upstairs. I unlocked the door and as I opened it I saw dad coming towards me.
"Are you alright, son?" he furrowed his eyebrows, his eyes filled with worry. He put his hand on my shoulder.

"Yeah i'm alright but I saw him at the window that's in the living room. His skin looked terribly damaged." I pointed out the details that deserved to be known even by my parents.
"You did? I went in there and I didn't see anything or anyone."
"Are you sure you saw someone? Even if you did, he's already gone." I blinked rapidly before answering back.
"Yes, dad, I'm very sure that I did. He probably left so soon because he- i don't know, noticed or heard you and stepmom." I flung my arms around me, "Mom." he added, "It's mom not stepmom, it's better if you forget about your birth mom." Dad sighed, his eyes softened. I know that there was some sort of guilt or the genuine sorry for your loss sort of look in those eyes. "What happened to her? I really want to know." I tried to open up the box of answers but dad didn't budge and kept it closed. "It's too soon but I can really only tell you that she got into an incident." His one brow flicked like a whip that's controlled wildy.
"How about Mary? How is she doing?" Dad looked at us weirdly, almost like he was surprised. What was he thinking exactly? Did he think I don't care? If I didn't then I wouldn't even be worried about her, right? "She's doing quite alright actually, she's still dealing with these nightmares and the creatures in them. Not even the doctor knows what she's having seizures or strokes or whatever." He leaned on the doorway, his arms crossed. He even let out a huff. "At least she didn't get hit by a car again or a bus. Which would be more painful anyway?" Dad chuckled, "Go get some sleep, you probably need rest after having a hard time just a couple of minutes ago." He patted me on the edge of my shoulder, I nodded, "Yeah I probably should, but I put leftovers in the fridge if you want any." He smiled softly, "Goodnight, son." "Goodnight, dad." I closed the door as he walked downstairs.
Gathered my pajamas and went to bed just like he said that I should. My day wasn't the brightest but it's a bit more of a mix of bad and good. The mood of everything just seems to be changing every now and then. But it's whatever though, right? Get the leftover hours of the day and sleep through the rest of it. Nothing can get any worse as far as I know.