The Life Of A Ventriloquist

Journal Entry #6

I thought today was my off day to sit on my ass and do nothing. Apparently not. I got a call from my manager this morning. They want me to perform in LA at 7:00 tonight. I just wanted a day to relax. That must be too much to ask for.
I done the same daily thing I always do when I know I have a show. I showered, ate breakfast, got my tux ready, got my newest crowd-pleaser, made sure to get my pen because I know I'm going to be signing autographs,  feed my dog Mitsy, and spend the rest of the day rehearsing what I would do for my next show. It's funny because I really have no reason to even rehearse. This show is just going to go the same way they normally do.
After I got out of the shower, Chester wasn't sitting on my bed where I left him. What the hell? And this time he was sitting on the couch. And he was turned to a degree that as soon as you turned the corner of the hallway to go into the living room, he would be staring straight at you.
By this point I got freaked out beyond belief. I decided instead of doing a check on the house, I would call 911. As I waited for someone to answer, I started to put up Chester. They picked up on the second ring. "911 what's your emergency?"
"I think someone broke into my house."
"Okay, is there any sign of the intruder?"
"No, but some of my belongings have been moved."
"Has anything been stolen?"
"I don't know. I haven't checked that far yet. This happened this morning too. I think someone is hiding in my house."
"Okay, thank you for calling sir. We'll have an officer to check the area shortly."
"Thank you."
Some help she was.
I put Chester away and waited for the police to arrive. One. It was one officer and a security system operator.
"Well Mr. McCalister, big fan by the way, we found no sign of a break in, and as far as we can tell, nothing has been stolen. Also, we searched the apartment in closets and crevices and under the bed and we found no sign if any intruders. I hope we were enough help." Officer Garrison Moore said.
"Oh yeah, you were a very big help. Thank you. Also, I'm having a show tonight, for your help, go to the ticket stand and tell the person up there you're Officer Moore. She'll know who you are."
"Really? Thank you man."
After Officer Moore left, I turned back to the couch. Chester was gone. I started to walk to my bedroom in hopes that Officer Moore had put him in the bedroom or something. Nope. He was sitting at the end of the hall, his body in the perfect direction so when I turned the corner, he was staring right at me. His finger was placed against his lips so casually. Signature move. Huh. I thought. I tried to act like "Mr. Tough-Guy" and pretend like it didn't bother me. But the truth was, it scared the hell out of me. I know Officer Moore didn't move him. I sure as hell didn't, so there was only one explanation. Of course I tried to deny this said "explanation." I kept telling myself it was just a joke. Just a sick prank. But it didn't really work.

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Hey guys!! I'm so sorry it took so long for this chapter to come out. I've been really busy recently lol. Anywho I hope you guys liked it and I will try to start writing more. Byeeee! ✌️