i woke up on a dusty floral couch, with holes in it here and there. i sat up and looked around. the place was unfamiliar. there was a broken wood table in the middle of the room, a rocking chair in the corner, and a T.V from the early 2010s against the wall. the curtains were dusty, and blocking the light from the dark room. i looked down to see i was wearing a polka dotted brown knee-length dress. aw heck naw! i stood up quicky, and looked around urgently, searching for an exit, when i spotted a wooden door.
i ran to it and opened it to find a closet filled with towels and more nonsense that i coulnt use. nothing here. i looked around the half of the room i didn't get to and found a hallway. i exited the room that i assume was the living room and walked down the hall cautiously. it was then that i realized that everything was black and white. although there were pinches of color, you would have to stare hard to see.
i came across a light grey door, and bundled up the courage to open it, despite the bad feeling in my gut. it was a bedroom! thank god! without any thought i ran over to the dresser and opened multiple drawers, picking out random clothes, because they were all the same color, black white or grey. i put them on and looked around once more. But finding nothing interesting, i left, and continued down the hall.
i noticed that even though there were fancy tables here and there with beautiful flowers in the vases, but the flowers were still a deep, deep dark auburn. there was something familiar about the structure of the house, but i still couldn't figure out where i was. i walked past a door, but a few feet away, i felt a pull towards it, and i was forced to turn back. the pull got stronger, and as i put my hand on the knob, my stomach exploded with butterflies.
and i opened it. and when i did, my heart stopped.
standing in the middle of the room was something that gave me chills
something that had me ready to bolt for the door.
standing there, was a six foot figure, opening and closing drawers, looking frantically. it was in all black, and when the figure turned to me, i couldn't help but scream. a bloodcurdling scream, that lasted as long as possible. but the figure just went back to searching in the closet. i frowned, suddenly feeling confused and even more scared.
what if it sneak attacked me?
why isn't it lunging at me yet?
the questions erupted in me and i became mad. i stormed up to it, but the figure stood up, and walked right past me. it stopped at the doorway, but before leaving, it looked back, as if it was searching one last time, but i still couldn't see the hood-covered face. and then the figure ran. and i decided to go after it too.
when i entered the hall, i saw a shadow turn the corner, so i made a left, and saw the back of the body run into a frame in the wall and found myself in a kitchen. then i realized, i was in akeem's castle. But how did i get here?
the mysterious figure took off the hood, and i took this to my advantage and tried to step forward. but something was stopping me. i looked down to see that my feet looked fine, and nothing was around me, but i still couldn't move.
the thing set it's stinkin' dirty paws on akeem's golden fridge, and out a levitator under it. the fridge now was lifted two or three inches off the ground. the figure pushed it in mid air to the side, reached under it, and pulled the levitator out quickly before It fell on its arm. and in the meantime, the fridge unplugged too.
the figure made sure evrything was in place before exiting the front door, still leaving me with no face.
whn i tried to run after it, i was still stuck, hopefully meaning something important was happening. i was cracking my neck when i heard the door open and close. and in came Akeem, with a servant. everything was silent so far, so all i saw was akeem moving his lips, and the servant carrying bgs to the fridge. when the fridge door opened, the servant went to put the first juice in, he stopped and turned to akeem.
akeem looked mad and confused for a second before walking up to it and pushing. akeem was shorter than jonothan, and surely wasnt able to push a 600 pound fridge. he pushed twice, and the last time, when he put force into his hands, he flew the other way, hitting his head on the wall and falling to the floor, just like how his friend describe him to be.
the servant puled out his phone and pressed on it. after a whie he started talking into it quickly, and i was brought back to when i got a call. now, people immediately called the FBI. because we were in charge of the police, and if we ordered them to get there quickly, they would. then everything disappeared.
I sat up, breathing hard. i looked around and found akeem, Diana and i in the same place i fainted. WAIT!? so your telling me that was all a dream?! no, it couldn't have. it had to mean something. Something important. Diana had water in her hand and Akeem was sitting there being a creep and making faces.
And that figure looked just like mylene. i thought. ignoring my friends. but the true question is, why would Mylene want to murder Akeem?
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18 suspect mystery
HumorI am writing this story as a gift to my favorite class. The characters are all real and I chose their jobs that fit perfectly, and also not perfectly. I gave people a change. The computer geniuses are not very interested in any of that at all. They...
