The Whole "Being Dead" Thing

Meet the Maitlands

"Shit..."

You stood staring at the fallen bowl as it spun to a stop with a low rumble. Milk and cereal scattered across the kitchen tiles daringly close to the fridge. The open fridge was your only source of light aside from the digital clock which screamed 3:00 a.m. With a groan you backed away and began to clean the mess up. 

It had been 2 days since your mom had left in a rush to get to New York. Of course she called lots of times to give updates. Apparently she's currently staying in a hotel right outside the city (cause everything's so goddamn expensive there), small place nothing special. And you decided to take this time of being alone to become a fucking bat. Like seriously, what's a normal sleep schedule? You've spent the last 2 days streaming horror movies (and the occasional romantic comedy) and watching every ghost related TV show or conspiracy theory video on YouTube. But it's not like there's anything more exciting going on in your life.

After cleaning up the mess and making yourself a new bowl of cereal you wearily made your way to the living room and watched the Exorcist for the 100th time in your life. And that's when it happened.

In a quiet, old house any small noise can echo through its walls so little echoes and weird sounds didn't spook you too much. But when you heard a door slam upstairs followed with a "damn" you couldn't help but freeze and go into panic mode 500.

Shit, Holy Shit, what the FuCk, WHAT THE FUCK!

You could hear your heart beating in your ear. Your hands shook uncontrollably as you tried to control your breath as much as you could. I... I have to call the police, obviously. You stood from your spot on the couch, careful not to make any noises or quick movements, the movie still blaring in the background. Walking to the telephone on the wall, you picked it up and proceeded to stuff yourself in the nearby closet before dialing 3 numbers.

"911 what's your emergency?"

"Um... hi, uh, I think there's someone in my house." You whispered.

"Is this someone, someone other than yourself?"

"What? Uh yeah, I'm home alone."

"Ma'am did you see the trespasser and can you describe them and their current location."

"I-I didn't see them but I think they may be in my attic."

"Okay ma'am, are you currently hiding someplace safe?"

"Yes?"

"Okay help is on the way, do not come out from where you are."

"Yeah, okay."

It felt like you were waiting forever for the police to arrive. When you heard a car pull up a sense of relief flooded your senses. You stood and came out of the closet (ha) and made your way to the front door where you opened up to find a policeman and woman.

"Hello, I'm Officer Bridgette and this is my partner Emmet we heard you've been having a disturbance with a trespasser it seems?" The officer looked up at you as she spoke in a very intimidating way. Her partner, you noticed, seemed busy trying to look at the inside of your house.

"Yeah, please come in, I heard a door slam and someone yell upstairs. I think they might be in the attic." You rushed to tell them, stepping aside to let them in.

Bridgette then motioned towards the staircase nearby and you responded with a curt nod. Moving cautiously she began to climb up with Emmet behind her and you trailing them both. While nearing the second floor you saw that Emmet continued to nervously glance at every crack and crevice in the house before he turned his head towards you.