My Collection of Short Horrors

All Play and No Work

A/N: This is a sequel to All Work and No Play. Please read that one first. Otherwise, you will be quite confused. All Work and No Play is also part of this collection. Enjoy and Happy Halloween!

All Play and No Work
(Sequel to All Work and No Play)

    I felt the buzz tingle in my head as I stumbled up the stairs leaning on Drake, my boyfriend. Well, technically he’s Jessica’s boyfriend but the world believed me to be my twin sister while the Alicia rotted in her grave.

    My thoughts went around the globe but at the end of every day they always found their way back to Jessica. With her gone, I felt as though half me was missing. It sounded cliché in my mind but I supposed that’s how any twin would feel.

    “Do you think your mom’s still up?” Drake asked me as we reached the room to our apartment.

    I pulled away from him to open our door but then toppled backwards and hit the door across from my home.

    “Jessica, are you alright?” Drake asked as he helped me up.

    “Yeah,” I said, putting my hand on my head. “But Mrs. Frey is bound to hear that.”

    Sure enough, just moments later, our cranky white-haired neighbor stormed out, her lips purged. “What are you doing making so much racket out here? It’s the middle of the night!”

    “Sorry, Mrs. Frey,” I mumbled. “Just tripped, that’s all.”

    “This is the second time you’ve woken me up this night,” Mrs. Frey went on. “I will have a talk with your mother first thing tomorrow.”

    I looked at her, befuddled. “Second time? That’s impossible. We just got back.”

    “Oh, so now you’re going to deny it,” she squawked, “even though we were both there when I came out and yelled at you then!”

    “What are you talking about?” I asked her still feeling confused. I know I had a little bit to drink but I would still remember if I came around here and got hollered at by Mrs. Frey.

    “Never mind you. I’ll talk to your mother tomorrow.” With that, Mrs. Frey slammed the door.

    “Well, it looks like someone’s getting a bit senile,” Drake commented, kissing my forehead. “Don’t worry, I can tell your mom you were with me the whole night.”

    “Yeah, instead of making noise in the hall, I was out partying with my boyfriend,” I commented. “I’m sure mom will be thrilled.”

    Obviously, she will not be pleased but she will accept it because this was typical behavior from Jessica.

    I kissed Drake goodbye and then entered our apartment, hoping Mom had already gone to bed. Unfortunately, I found her sitting at the dining table with the light on when I went in.

    “Mom, what are you still doing up?” I asked startled.

    “Well, one of my daughters was shot to death just two months ago and the murderer still runs loose,” she reminded me, sternly. “Forgive me for being concerned when my other daughter continues not show caution.”

    I huffed. “Mom, Drake was with me the whole time. We were fine. He even walked me all the way up to our room. It’s better to be in groups, right?”

    She sighed, looking down. “Jessica, did you even start your homework this weekend.”

    “I’ll get to it, Mom,” I said, starting towards my room. I turned back and added quietly, “I’m not Alicia.”