What Doesn't Kill You Makes You Afraid of the Dark

Less Than Perfect Performance

I walked to the house I had seen her walk with her friend to. This was going to be fun, two girls who are all alone and young. I saw a pizza man going up to her door, and asked him if I may deliver it, posing as the girl's boyfriend, the pizza man agreed and I paid him with a twenty then watched him drive off. Classic teeneage sleep-over, order pizza, watch movies, never sleep. I walked up to the front door of the house and rang the door bell, from inside I heard a girly voice yell, then feet pounding down stairs. After a few seconds the door opened to a teenage girl standing in some shorts and a sweat-shirt, smiling, she was about to say something about how I had the wrong house, but she stopped her sentence short when she saw my face. The color from her face drained  and she screamed, backed away, turned away from me and ran up the steps. Well, this was going to be easy if just the mask scared her that much. Smiling to myself I followed her up the steps making sure to step heavily, it usually makes me seem like more of a threat. Finding myself in a short hallway lined with doors, I decide to look in all the rooms, it woul let the fear start to sink in the more time I took to find them. After entering all the rooms, but one, I turn the knob to find the door is locked. "Crap!" I curse silently to myself, these girls may be smarter than I thought.  I start to pick the lock, and realize it isn't working with the tools I have, Of course! She has to have one of those really old houses with old fashioned locks, that you can't pick. I curse under my breathe again, this might not be as easy as I thought either. I start to ram the door with my shoulder, backing up, running foward and shoving all of my body weight into the door, but it holds, so I repeat the process, retreating, running, and shoving. Proving, what I had found earlier that this was no easy task, I shout out in frustration, not caring if anyone heard me. Oh, you fool! You already ruined the perfection that was your plan! Stupid! Stupid! Wait...I can still scare them the right way, I just ruined the getting in part. Yes, this might still work!  I scold myself for being so sloppy once again, and then I realize I can still make this work. "Yes, yes, it will work, it has to," I whisper to myself smiling. Oh, I might be a fool sometimes, but I'm also a genius. If this didn't work and I couldn't get them scared, then my name isn't Matthew George Rades! No-one could scare me anymore, I was beyond that now, beyond being teased and taunted. Beyond all those who went against me just for the entertainment that was my fear. Oh, they would get theirs, but now I had work to do. These girls must be shown what real terror is, I continued to slam into the door, until it broke apart and I was able to push it out of the way, there was a nightstand in my path too, so I shoved it over. The light's were off in this room, but I could tell it was one of the girl's, the bunk-bed had peach colored curtains drawn around the bottom half, where I assumed there was a desk or a reading nook, It also had bedding that looked like the universe, and the walls were painted a light teal color that resembled the ocean. Posters of bands hung on the wall, and a black-mahogony desk sat over in the corner with piles of notebooks and paper on top. This is where I will find them, I thought, it has to be.