Eeveelution Foundation

Cold Nights

It was 2012 and a chilly night in Orlando. The streets were dark and lifeless and the sky bright with lights. Brian was walking out of his girlfriend's home on Main. Tears ran down his face like bare feet on ice. Eyes red like blood from a wound, cut with sharpened darkness. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He dialed a number and put the phone to his ear. The dial tone sounded like a alarm. Brian cursed his luck and started to walk home. He was taught at a young age to not walk alone at night. But at this time, he didn't care about anything. He only wanted to get home and cry into his pillow. After a few minutes of walking he finally got to his door. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his keys. He trudged inside and threw his bag into the wall with sudden anger. When he got into the door, he realized he left his wallet at his friend's house. "grr..", Brian clenched his teeth trying not to scream out in pure rage. He started to walk towards his "garage" , which has more of a small shack. His car, a Toyota Civic 1999. It had a disgusting dark red color and white wall wheels. Brian got into it and drove off.
He reached his friend's home after 10 minutes of driving. He walked up to the door and pounded on the door. A young-looking man answered the door. A had fairly tan skin and had a "Knife-Gun" tattoo on his right forearm. " B-Brian, I see you came back. Look i'm really sorry about what hap-", He was caught with a slap to his face. " Shut the up Jackson, I just came to get my wallet.", Brian stated through his teeth. He pushed past his friend into the living room. He grabbed his wallet which was on a side table. He walked over to his friend and processed to slap him again. " Don't ever talk to me again.", He stated bluntly. Brian walked out of the home and got in his car and drove off. When he got home, he started to feel off, like something was wrong. When he got inside his apartment he was greeted with a immense coldness. "Weird", Brian said as he shook his head with confusion. He took off his sweatshirt and threw it on his leather couch, worn by age. As he walked to his room to lay down, he got that feeling again. The feeling of something... watching him. He turned around quickly to see nothing behind him. He rubbed his eyes and shook his head with self frustration. When he finally reached his room, he jumped with horror at the thing he looked at; his bed was against the wall, defying gravity itself. "Jesus fuck!", Brian yelled with shock as he tried to get the bed off the wall. It fell down with a clank, followed by Brian cursing. He stared at his bed, trying to figure out what happened. When a answer didn't come, he just shrugged it off and got into bed. Before he could get comfortable, his phone went off. Brian groaned and rolled over to check his phone. His eyes widened at the text he got. "Sleep well, i'll see you soon.", the text was sent by a random number. Brian started to text back the number:
"What the hell do you mean?! Who is this?"
A response was sent back quickly, "you'll know soon"
Brian scratched his head with confusion.
"What do you mean by that?!?!"
The message was left on read.
Brian threw his phone against the wall and closed his eyes. He soon drifted off the sleep, not thinking much about what just happened. But that would soon be a mistake....