I then looked over because I heard a thump on my nightstand, my chair had fallen over, my microphone was pushed to the other side of my desk, my phone's charger was plugged into the wall and the phone was completely done charging. I looked around and also saw that my trashcan and my hamper had been knocked over. I got a text.
it read
"I decorated your room, turn on the light."
I clutched my phone to my chest and waddled over to the light switch.
I closed my eyes and forcefully smacked it from off to on, I covered my eyes with my hands and ran to my bed and hid under the covers with my phone.
I got some texts
"idiot"
"come on"
"i'm sure you'll love it."
"come out."
"Stop hiding"
"look at your new and improved room"
"i'm not giving up."
the lights then began to flicker on and off.
I slowly came out from under the cover.
I poked the front of my face out slightly at first.
I saw my microphone went from black to red and my keyboard had a skin with a flamingo on it.
I poked a little more of my head out to examine the room.
the scratches on the walls were gone, trash was taken out, hamper was empty. I then heard the washer turn on.
I was scared but sort of happy.
I poked a little more of my head out to get a better look at the closet, the doors were open, the clothes were organized from black - white, and every color in-between. even the shades were organized. lightest to darkest.
I was satisfied, until I poked my head out to where my ears were showing. the lights had turned off, my phone was blowing up, the doorknob was rattling.
the text read
"do you like it?"
I mumbled under my breath
y-yeah..?
I then got a text and it said:
"wow I can see that you are so happy you can barely help from just screaming in love with your new and organized room."
I replied and said
"yeah."
"it's epic."
they texted:
"good now go to sleep, big day tomorrow."
they sent a winking face and then texted the time 3:02 PM
I saved it and set an alarm for 8:30.
I rolled over and hid under the covers, refusing to look at my phone out of fear. it was my instinct to just walk away and try to forget about it because I seriously couldn't do anything about it. it's almost like it's my nature.
I slightly fell asleep, one eye open, and a belly-ache.
I was scared.
I knew I was NOT dealing with another human being here. if it was a human, it surely wasn't a sane or normal one.
