Family Gags

#3 Horror Story... Almost

Author's Note:

So, I was deliberating on what experience I'd write about next basically for the entire day, then, it just came to me. 

This story was written in  2014.

Do enjoy.

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"She ran out to that tree by the dock, climbed up, proclaimed her love to Satan, cursed anyone who tried to take her land, and hung herself. Time of death was pronounced at 3:07 in the morning."

"Well, that explains a few things."

I sunk back into the sheets even further. Any more and I'd become one with the furniture.

Horror movies aren't my thing, okay?

Well, I can watch them. But it is compulsory that I am amongst my best friends and I have to be in the dead center of the group, as I was currently.

"Becks, I hope that's your leg."

"Stop being so paranoid, child. But no, it's not."

"It's mine, it's mine,"

"For God's sake T! Why are your feet so dead cold?!"

There was resounding laughter. All three of us, Becky, Tia and myself were at Becky's place for the weekend. Becky lives next to a cemetery.

Yes- yes, a cemetery.

I have not the slightest clue why we still choose to venture into the dark realms that are horror movies, given this fact. Cheesy and unceremoniously unoriginal they may be, even so, I would still be scared shitless regardless.

I'm a little girl like that, sue me.

"Ambs," Becky started, "Close your eyes for this bit."

"Way ahead of you."

There was screaming and several other murder-induced noises all coming together to form a beautiful cacophony of sheer anguish. Becky and Tia reveled in the sound and laughed loudly perpetually throughout the film.

Amba being Amba though, tried to block out the noise to the best of my ability. I could really do with something to cling to at this point, but my friends were too busy laughing and having a good time screaming at the screen as if they were watching Spongebob.

I didn't dislike horror movies. They just make me uneasy. Though there are certain environments where they are acceptable. Like this one.

"Die!" screamed Becky with a burning passion in her eyes. Tia laughed and pat her on the head.

And I won't complain. Some of them tend to be quite enjoyable, once you get past the gore and the demonic aspects. This title here was a prime example: The Conjuring. Great movie. Sends chills down my spine every time. Granted, most horror films do.

After the movie, we all sat on Becky's bed and chatted about trivial things. Things like how much livelier it would've been had our other friends been there, we'd have spoken about nails, makeup, school, you know. Girl things.

Then, the current cut off.

Total darkness. Absolute, total, black.

We all screamed. Loud.

I started to make this kind of sound that was like a cross between a human groan of dismay, the yelp of a frightened puppy and a hyperventilating me. I was absolutely petrified.

"Tia-" Panic-stricken, I grabbed around for her blindly.

She found my hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

"I'm right here, we b-both are."

"Yeah," Becky added meekly, "You're okay."

My breathing began to regularize.

That is, until I saw the shadowy, wispy figure of a man advancing steadily towards us from Becky's bedroom door which was now wide open.

We. Went. Batshit.

We all started screaming and grabbing at each other and recoiling into the mattress and screaming some more and pelting abuse at the demon thing that now stood before us.

Then it stared to do this weird gyrating thing, and I prayed to God that it was just here to build a few kicks and be on its way.

Then it doubled over and let out a sick, maniacal, demon-like cackle as it shrank down smaller and smaller. It was morphing! That beast!

It was just as well that the exact same time that Becky remembered the Holy water on top of her nightstand and she grabbed for it, the lights came back on and revealed her brother, unable to hold in his laughter. He exploded into raucous, inextinguishable, violent, boisterous fits. Tears were streaming down his face. It was quite the spectacle.

We gaped at him.

But his chortle was so contagious, that mixed with the hilarity of the situation itself, had us all erupting into peals of laughter along with him. Soon the entire room was alive with our mirth and merriment.

Ahh. We were a mess.

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Author's Note:

And, scene. This happened a few months ago, and it was the most hilarious happening of the time, October 2014.

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