School passes by quickly and low-key; just how it's supposed to. I sit in my black electric Chevrolet Volt and silently eat my salad and sand-which with the radio humming softly in the background.
When I get to my house I begin to search around for any cleaning supplies. I find a bottle of furniture polish, gloves, a mop with a drainer bucket and a jug of plain soapy water.
"Well..." I slosh the jug around watching the bubbles form, "that'll do." I say to myself and grab a rag to head up to the attic.
A chill sweeps down my spine as I prop open the staircase leading directly up to my ceiling. I climb into the pitch darkness and blindly search for the string to the light.
I try to swallow the anxiety creeping in my throat but it just feels like I'm swallowing sandpaper.
My hand touches the string and I pull down on it quickly before curling my hand into my chest as if it had been burned.
I forgot how I never actually used this attic all that much before, so I was a little surprised to see it nearly empty; albeit with a few stacks of boxes filled with books.
Noticing the light doesn't fill every inch of the room, I walk over to the window and open the thick blinds to let the daylight stream in. I had forgotten what getting this much exercise felt like. I'm already starting sweat.
After thoroughly cleaning up the dust and getting rid of any creepy crawlers I then started sorting through a bunch of my old books.
I pick out the ones that were interesting to my eye, (including A Tale of Two Cities, Gone with the Wind, The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes, and a bunch of strange un-read which-craft/satanic books given by my ex-super-gothic-roommate), in a stray box and carried them down into my living space.
I microwave myself some popcorn, curl up in a blanket next to my cat and begin reading my selection.
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Be My Friend
FantasyMason sells his soul to Satan in order to gain a friend. However, this friend may turn out to be a little more than what Mason bargained for.
