"Sometimes...the bravest thing you can do. Is forgive those that purposely hurt you."
Every now and then, I kept checking the clock as I paced around my living room floor. He should be here by now, the man that I've been trying to avoid for as long as I could remember. He always comes by at this time, around 7:45 just when the sun is about to set.
Why doesn't he come earlier in the day like most mailmen do? Instead, he just shows up around this time, on a Saturday night, every two weeks when my parents aren't home.
"Dude, can't we just play video games already? I'm so bored man." Darren is my annoying best friend, and I asked him to hang out with me tonight only because I refused to be alone while that creepy man kept walking around my house.
It was now 7:50 and the man has yet to show up. This is a strange commodity indeed; he's always either five minutes early or a couple minutes late. Its like he knew that I wasn't alone because he didn't show up, a shiver rose up my spine at the thought. A rough hand clasped down on my shoulder and I jumped in surprise, Darren chuckled and I glared at him. He did that on purpose. "Don't do that!" I hissed at him, and slapped the back of his head.
"What are you doing looking out at the window for anyways?" He glared at me, while rubbing his head. I shushed him quickly as I stole a quick glance out into the stillness of the night. Maybe, just maybe he wouldn't show up this time. "Are you waiting for somebody or something?" I pulled down the window curtain quickly.
"No, lets just go and watch a movie." I followed Darren to the TV set and sat down on the love seat. Is he doing this on purpose? He might even have it all figured out and that's what scares me the most. "Ok, we aren't going anywhere tonight unless you tell me what's been up your ass lately." Darren said, as he paused the movie on the screen.
"There's nothing going on Darren." Darren snorted in disbelief while he crossed his legs and tilted his glasses down towards the bridge of his nose.
"Please, I know there's something going on that you aren't telling me." I was about to deny him again, when Darren's phone suddenly rang. Darren picked it up on the first ring. "Hello? Who's this? " Darren only scrunched up his nose as he hung up and put it back in the front pocket of his jeans.
"That was weird."
"Who was it?" I asked.
The tension was as sharp of a knife cutting through the air. Goosebumps rose all over my skin,
"It was probably a prank call, because all I heard was heavy breathing on the other line before it cut off with a weird dial call end." I shivered at the thought. My hands shaking.
I scrunched up my nose as I felt chills shake up all over my body. That better be a prank call, because I didn't find anything funny about this at all. Is he teasing me?
What satisfaction did he gain from all this? Maybe it was best not to over think this.
Maybe this could be an illusion; a very sick and twisted illusion. Darren just shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly as he pressed play on the screen.
We were just five minutes away into watching the movie when the doorbell began to ring.
I jumped slightly, as my nerves started to kick into overdrive. My heart started pounding, and my fists clenched onto the love seat very tightly. "Aren't you going to get that, and why are you so jumpy?" He noted. I only shook my head at him, as I kept my stare solely on the screen in front of me. I wasn't really focusing on the movie.
"Its your house you know that right Logan?" I only nodded as I began to unwillingly move towards the front door.
My hands wouldn't stop shaking as they stumbled on opening the knob, and when the door did finally screech open. I wasn't at all too surprised to see who was at the door. "Sorry I'm late." The mailman had a thick heavy accent that I couldn't decipher from him. It was the first time he dared to show up at my doorstep, I wasn't about to let him inside my house.
No way.
Not when I already had a feeling of what his intentions are.
"I need you to sign this... it's a package for you." He held out a clipboard towards me with a pen in the other hand. The man had a creepy smile on his face, and when the moonlight hit his five o'clock shadow, I couldn't help but look into his eyes.
And when I did, I had to force myself to hold back in a gasp.
His eyes were a golden yellow. I tried not to stare at his eyes so much, when I was about to take the pen and clipboard from him. I went to grab his pen, as his fingertips brushed onto mine for a little longer than necessary.
I let out a hoarse gasp and went to immediately pull my hand back when he grasped onto it tightly. Refusing to let it go. He let out a low growl as his eyes turned into a darker shade of yellow.
What the hell?
"Let go of me!" I yelled at him as I tried to roughly push him away. He only stood firm, and stared me down. I cocked my head to the side as I arched an eyebrow.
What's the matter with this creep?
"You okay over there buddy?"
I looked back towards Darren, as I tried to call out for his help but the mailman only pulled me closer to his chest as he whispered into my ear.
"I'll be back for you... darling."
I never even got that package.
He was gone.
