Lovci

It Begins

⬆👆Cam👆⬆
So after last night's..... entertainment, I decided to stay in bed the entire day. I started texting my nigga Dontel first.
*Conversation*
Me:Yo
Dontel: wassup boi
Me: shid just coolin. Wyo?
Dontel: Moving this weight nigga u already know💊💨
Me: Smh. Just don't get caught up with that shit ight?
Dontel: Ight fam, imma hit u up later💪✌
Me:✌
*Conversation ends*
"What to do, what to do" I think as I plug my phone back on its charger. "Oh!" I got it.

Netflix time.

When I sign into my Netflix account, I heard a key on my piano play on its own. I honestly don't even give a fuck right now, so I just keep watching "The Flash" on Netflix.

I was so into the episode, that when I looked up into the window, it was dark outside. "Oh God", I think as I decide to get out of bed for food. I enter the kitchen and find one of my favorite dishes to eat. Cinnamon toast crunch!!!

On Instagram while I'm eating, I get a text from my ex.
"Hey😘" Pops up on the top of my iPhone 6 plus screen.
Imma just leave that bitch on Delivered. When I'm done with my cereal I go to my bathroom, I smell like a sweaty Herrmann. Now butt ass naked, I get in the shower that's steaming.

I start by washing my dreads with my coconut shampoo. I then wash my dick with a bar of Zest shampoo. I wash my under arms and face then get out.

When I get out, my mirror is steamed up, and I see writing. The letters spelled out I-M B-A-C-K.

...Shit

The first thing I could think of was it. I moved away from this nigga for a reason!!! I thought that it would stay in Florida, but I was obviously wrong.

Before I even fucking dried myself, I start running full speed heading to my bedroom.

I can't belie*slips* *THUD!*

Ah shit!!

I fucking bust my ass on my floor.

Now in my room, I put on my blood pajamas

I immediately knew that I was in trouble. That ugly monster thing is back, and im in the middle of fucking nowhere!

"Ok relax", I tell myself

I go to my bedroom and get dressed.

After that, I immediately knew that I needed help.

I couldn't kill this... Demonic mother fucker without help. I'm not a very... "Holy" person, but I don't fuck with demons, NOPE!

The only person I could think of that would help is one of those dumbasses that go exploring haunted hospitals and shit.

I google to see if they're any of them in my area. "Obviously not". The closest one was pretty much a whole damn hour away.

"Fuck it"

I hop in my car (all white Chevrolet Camaro SS) and start making my way towards the small town. It is 10:04 AM as I get on the beginning of the long high way.
            
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Currently 11:10, I drive onto the exit ramp that leads to the city.

Driving through the town, I'm also looking for the ghost hunters office. While looking for it I see this girl walking..... She was sooo fine.

Getting completely distracted, I had to talk to her. She was Carmel, light eyes, curly long hair, thick as fuck, eye brows arched, and she had on the Bread 11's.

I quickly park then get out. I make my way up behind her(not like a creep, it was on that romantic shit) and say "hey".

Kinda shocked, she looks up from her phone and turns around. She smiles and says "hey" back.

OH MY GOD..... SHE HAS DIMPLES😍😫😫

Amazed she responded, I try to not do anything dumb as I usually do, and I say "how are you doing"?

She chuckled at the retarded face I was involuntary doing and said, "good just out walking. And yourself?"

"GoOd"... My fucking voice cracked. I'm Cam.

She says that her name is Athena, and after that I kinda zoned out staring at her voluptuous breast.

She realized what I was doing and started teasing me. She said that she had to pee and started bouncing up and down.

I found my wife.

I finally snapped out of Titty land and not really meaning it said "sorry".

She giggled while smiling and said, "its ok."

I remember that I have to kill the ghost in my house and I say, "umm can I get your number?"

"Ovcourse" she says and gives it to me. 312-***-****

As we start going our separate ways, I turn around and say, "wait!".

When she turns around, I say "312!?" "That's a Chicago number." She smiles a playfully says "what? U scared of a hood chick?"