Ring, Ring, Ring
You woke up on the grand outside of the red house, setting up you look around confused on how the hell you fell asleep in the first place then you remembered the person in the red house and quickly turned to look in the window you think you saw them in but there was only the black eyes of the house staring down at me.
“ you know normally I would be scared that your staring at me but for some odd reason I’m not anymore and I feel like I know your name, Home “
Upon saying the word out loud you felt like it was the right thing to do by calling the house by its name, you also felt like you’ve done it before but to get in and see…
Your head started hurting and Home’s eyes became smaller like it had just been blinded.
Eventually the pain went away and Home’s eyes went back to normal or a little bigger than normal, honestly I couldn’t care right now and by the looks of it neither could Home.
As you stood up a thought crossed your mind at first you were going to ignore it and walk back to your house, but there was something nagging at you and you know if you didn’t say it before leaving you were going to regret it when the phone started ringing later tonight. So just before you stepped out of the front gate you turned to Home and said
“ Hay, Home could you tell ….. To call once tonight and then I’ll sit down and talk to ….. When I get the chance “
Once you had gotten home and made yourself something to eat you noted that it was now nine o'clock and that the phone would ring around ten like it always did. so before the hell for the nightmare started you walked your little ass off to the shower and to get a cup of tea with some apple before the call.
One shower later, and you're sitting in your favourite armchair, to anyone except ….. It looks like a very old, unremarkable armchair that most would have thrown away for no reason other than “it's not with the times”. Well that just goes to show how long I’ve been living by myself. You sigh and look up at the clock and sure enough as soon as ten o'clock rolled around the phone started ringing.
Once again you sigh and pick up the receiver, placing it against your ear and waiting to hear ….. voice once again.
“ Hello Neighbour, how are you tonight? “
….. Sounded a lot tired tonight and you didn’t blame him seeing you was probably the most existing thing in his life since Home locked him away. Why did Home lock him away again?.
You couldn’t remember.
“ I’m okay… I think, How are you?”. You sound very tired “
“ oh not at all Neighbour I could never be fired while talking to you and even after you made a stop at Home today, I would expect you to be tired “
“ no I’m fine… do you mind If i ask you a question? “
There was silence at the other end for a while, maybe he’s gone to sleep. As the thought crossed your mind you were startled by a slow, broken up laugh that both sounded familiar and creepy then he spoke.
“ my, my you're being so nice tonight Neighbour, it’s good to see your remembering me, now can you tell me what my name is? Hmm? “
“ W-wally, Wally Da-darling “
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Love-sickness
Fanfictionthe ring of a phone isn't all you can hear if you listen carefully enough. the soft sound of a heart beat can just be heard over the television. I don't own anything in this story except the plot.
