Skeletons in the Closet

Ain't That a Kick in the Head

It was just a normal Friday night for me. Music blasting, lights out, and a slight breeze coming from the window. I was laying on the floor looking up at the fan turning ever so slowly. It was like it was hypnotizing me. I slowly started to drift on into sleep. The slower I started to blink, the faster the fan began to spin. I woke up to see that the time hadn't changed and my fan was off. Classical music was now playing and there were dark blue lights in my room. The lights lit up my black Blink 182 shirt, black shorts, and black Jordan's. I walked to my window and looked outside, the old worn down tree was still there and the old playground. Strangely though, everything outside was black and white. That's when I saw a figure walking slowly down the street. It was still dark outside and the light poles made his shadow extend for miles somehow.

I had a sick feeling in my stomach. I quickly turned the lights off and closed the shades, but still had them opened enough to spy on the person. For some reason I felt like I knew him. Then the person started running to my house with lighting speed. Every step getting them closer and closer. I ran downstairs to lock the doors, but then I saw something. The only friend I ever had, but he couldn't be real. It was Colin. He died a year ago from a car crash, at least that's what I was told. He was sitting on my couch watching t.v. He had on his red Elmo shirt and blue jeans. His dark brown hair swept over his eyes. I tried talking to him but he never responded, and I couldn't even hear my own voice. That's when I saw the door swing open and the mysterious figure was standing at the steps. I tried getting Colin up but every time I touched him, my hands went through his body. 

I ran to the kitchen, grabbed a knife and ducked behind the counters. That's when I saw it happen. The person grabbed Colin by the hair pulling him up off the couch. He grabbed a knife from his robe and put it to Colin's throat. I couldn't watch so I looked away in fear. It was quiet all through the house except for Colin's screams. After about five minutes it all stopped and I heard Colin's body drop on the floor and splash. I could only guess it was blood. I peeked from behind the counters to see the figure walk out the house. I followed him out the door, and that's when they heard me. The figure turned around and began to mumble a few words.