It All Started With A Basketball

Chapter 2 - The Sleepover

"Let me just get this straight." I say to Laura over the phone. "You want to have a sleepover tonight--"
"To plan your wedding." She interrupted.
"So that tomorrow," I continued. "You can watch me beat his sorry ass?" I finished.
"YES!" Laura squealed, causing me to pull the phone away from my ear for a moment. "So... do you accept?" She questioned.
I pondered for a moment, glancing out the window. It was approximately 8 o' clock, but we'd stay up til like 1 in the morning anyways. Not this time though. Only up until midnight, if I even agree to let her stay. I needed my rest for tomorrow's game.

"Okay."
"YAY! Be there in twenty minutes." She hung up.

At an instant, the doorbell rang. I went downstairs to see who it was. Yeah, very smart of me to answer the door when I'm home alone.

In the dark of the night.

Raining and thundering outside.

How cliche could this situation get?

It couldn't be Laura because it hasn't been even one second since she hung up. She said it would take twenty minutes.
The doorbell rang again. This time, the person holding it longer. Lightning struck and the loud clap of thunder startled me.
I snatched the dagger that I so cleverly hid in my underwear drawer. Don't blame me, I'm left home alone often. Of course, I'm mature enough to know when not to open the door, and this would be one of those times. But my curiosity got the best of me. No matter how many times I kept telling myself: Curiosity killed the cat...
But this cat isn't gonna die today!

Hopefully...

I was about to make my way downstairs when I heard the door unlock.

Damnit, the person can pick locks.

I waited at the top of the steps, peeking down at the front door.

I couldn't believe what I saw...

IT WAS JASON FROM FRIDAY THE 13TH!

Okay, no it wasn't. I probably wouldn't live to tell this story if it was.

Another roaring clap of thunder, making me fall back. When I got back on my knees, I saw that five guys had already filed into my living room.

They should've brought me a burger...

Haha. Get it? Five Guys...Burger. No?

Four of them were wearing all black.

Stereotypical burglars...

One of them, it looked like a boy, was wearing a neon green track suit.
I snorted.

If you're going to break into someone's house you shouldn't dress like a flashing traffic light.

One of the people heard me snort and shot his eyes in my direction. I lied down flat on my back, hoping that my full body was hidden behind the molding at the bottom of the railing. Eventually, his eyes turned to look at something else. I sat up. When something passed my train of thought.

Why haven't I stabbed them or called the police yet?!

I face palmed my forehead for not realizing it before. I took my cell phone out of my pocket.

Dead.

The land lines were on the first floor, so no chance of that happening. I saw one of the guys in a black leather jacket pull out a piece of paper and pen and began to write.

Leaving a note at the crime scene...

Then, he gave it to neon guy who proceeded up the stairs. My heart was racing, breath shaky. I panicked and raced into my parent's bedroom, carefully closing the door so it wouldn't--