ARIZONA TEA

SPOOKED.

my mom is something else.

she really is.

i'll tell you what she did just now.

so i was being me and under the covers and playing dead (on my phone) when i heard some scratching noises.

i don't do "scratching noises."

at night.

in my dark room.

all alone (or was i?)

those sounds were coming from the right side of the room, which is where my closet is.

i was SPOOKED.

I WAS WOKE.

i continued to hear them, and it sounded like it was trying to scare me. like it wasn't even and methodical, like in horror movies. idk how to explain it, but it sounded like my mom.

so i didn't panic. well, i did. but i panicked quietly. i pretended like i was asleep so the person would realize that i wasn't gonna give them the reaction and give up.

but they didn't.

(insert spooky music)

the noises grew louder and louder, and i was just so fed up with the noisemaker. i decided to call my mom's phone, so she would be forced to leave my closet and pick up her phone, exposing herself to me.

so i called her phone, and I heard it ringing in her room, which is across the hallway.

i waited for her in the dark to leave my closet, but she didn't.

someone picked up the phone A SECOND LATER.

IT WAS MY MOM.

she said hello a few times and asked me why i was calling her.

i ran out of my room faster than you could say the words "barry allen"

i was SHOOK.

i told my mom there was someone in my room and in my closet and they were scratching the walls and i was scared and that she should come to my room and look for herself and that i couldn't sleep there anymore.

she was dying on the floor laughing and crying at the same time.

she confessed to her crime before she could even say a word.

my mom scares me, y'all. she really is something else.

but that's just me . . .