I watch the clock as it ticks, ticks by.
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3.
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3 o' clock.
It's exactly 3 o' clock in the morning, and I'm laying awake here, thinking about stuff I don't wanna think about. For example, "what if I jumped off the balcony outside?" Or, "what if I just gone downstairs, turned on the stove, and let the house burn down, turning me, my dad, and my 2 sisters into ashes?"
You know, normal thoughts. (This isn't normal I bet)
My stomach churns, as if it's yelling "feed me, fucker! You haven't eaten anything for an entire day!"
Which... it's probably reasonable if I do eat something.
I roll off my bed and open the door.
It's... quiet. But not really the "oh god I need to fucking run" quiet, more like the 3 AM quiet when everyone is sleeping except you.
I hate this.
My stomach churns again. God, yeah, yeah, I know, you desperately need food so you won't die. Got it, got it.
I tip-toe down the stairs and through the passageway to the kitchen, making sure not to wake anybody. (I mean, who would want someone waltzing around in the middle of the night, anyway?)
I grab a piece of garlic bread and take a large bite out of it. God, eating garlic bread is the best.
When... the phone rings.
God god god god god god god it's 3 in the morning for fuck's sake.
I dash to the living room and jerk the phone off the wall.
"Hello, Strange Residence here."
The noise that comes out is garbled and hoarse.
"I know what you did, Gertrude."
Wait, Gertrude? It... it couldn't be--
I slam the phone back onto the wall. What did that guy have with my mom? What did my mom do?
Oh god. Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.
Oh no.
You know what? What I need, is some rest. I'll forget about all this in the morning, right?
...probably.
YOU ARE READING
SUMMER 2001
Horror4 kids are "insolent," "unwanted," and "unpleasant." They get shipped off to a sleepaway camp in the forest of Toronto. They meet. They become friends. They find out, sooner or later, that this place is off.
