Chapter 1
We are watching one of our favourite horror movie- The Night At Street Elmond. I decided to spend the night with my best friend, Carmela.
My mom did something to me early in the morning that pissed me off, and I decided to hang out with Carmela in her uncles apartment just for tonight.
“I can't watch this part, it's fucking scary." Says Carmela, who is covering her face with her hands and peeping through her distance fingers to see.
“You said you can't watch this part, why peeping?” I look at her, she covers her fingers fully to her face.
“I mean it, I'm afraid but curious to watch, can you tell me what happens next?”
“Nothing much. The police just arrested him, and he is trying to tell Nora to say the truth about what's going on…”
“Oh. I thought there will be more scary things to that, after what happened in the building.” she has removed her hands from her face, and now watching the movie.
“I'm sure worst is coming after this, just wait for it.” The thing is that, I've watched this exact movie twice. But I just love watching it to look at the beautiful faces of the actors.
“I just don't know how you seat down comfortably at night and watch this movie without being afraid. The beats used in the movie is left alone to startle the living broad day light out of me. I'm beginning to think you're satan himself or a witch. Are you one of those, tell me? I won't be afraid of you I promise?”
I roll my eyes dramatically at her, like if I tell her she won't use the nearest weapon in her kitchen to murder me.
“You're afraid of a fictional movie and you want me to say a real thing to you. Tell me, if I tell you I'm a witch will you still be sitting down with me or you'll be thinking of ways to run for your dear life, even if you're holding the greatest weapon? Tell me?”
“okay…” she draws, shifting side ways from me and giving us a long distance between us on the couch. “That sounds creepy, and don't let me think otherwise.”
I shrug and focus my attention on the TV screen. “I'm just saying, you asked a question and I'm giving you a clue.”
“A clue?” she repeats, and screams in horror after watching the scene of the guy in jail, how the horrible looking farmer killed him in his dreams.
I narrow my eyes to her and she looks at me. Her knee are raised up to her chest, her hands clutched tightly to her legs. “I'm sorry, I can't just help myself. Do you think we should like chang…”
“No”
“Okay, at least let me go grab us something to munch on,” she says getting up and walking to the door that leads to the dinning room and kitchen. "Or, I think I'll use the toilet first.” she slowly takes the stairs that leads to her room/toilet.
“But you used the toilet five minutes ago?”
“Does that matters, I'm really pressed and I think I might explode.” she goes farther up the stairs and into her room, with the loud sound of her door closing.
I focus my attention back on the TV. My phone rings beside me and I don't care to pick it, I know it's definitely my mom calling, she's been calling my line since late in the evening, but I kept ignoring till now. My phone finally vibrated, which means she have stopped calling and then my notification sound follows.
I pick my phone up to read the message.
Where are you? I'm worried sick_mom@9:15 pm
The sound of Carmela room door opens and I start typing back.
