7 Days

Is This Realisation?

I adjusted the tall, green top hat on my head, making sure it wouldn’t topple over from its weight. My heavy boots weighed a ton on my feet, but it didn’t slow down my incredible running speed. I raced across that kitchen floor at lightning speed, mouth-watering piece of white meat in hand, and through the archway to the living room.

I could hear loud, booming footsteps echo from behind me, and I skidded around the corner of a couch’s armrest. The giant’s bellowing voice waved through the air in the room.

“Fee, Fi, Foe, Fum! Where is my cold meat little man?”

I shuddered at the intensity in this creature’s voice, and bolted through the crack under the front door, wiggling out my precious pork chop behind me. Those humans have never actually caught us in the act before, so that was a close one.

Then…  King Zeus randomly peeped out from behind the clouds. “You are doing the wrong thing, Leppy! If you value your values, return the pitiful humans’ possession and live in peace with them!”

I automatically scowled at Zeus. “You can’t tell me what to do, I’m Irish!”

At that moment, dozens and dozens of demented looking leprechauns, some with several limbs missing, came charging at me. Very. Slowly. The poor, dead looking leprechauns had their tiny arms stretched out in front of them, hands dangling on the end. Their eyes were rolled in weird directions while their clothes were all torn in places.

“What is this, Zeus? You are going to make me fight my own kind?!” I screeched at the now vacant skies, balling my hands up into fists and shaking them up and down in a helpless manner. “Curse you!”

I picked up my now soiled piece of meat into my arms, preparing myself to hit my fellow Irishmen with it. An organ started playing out of nowhere. Before I knew it, I had this urge to twitch. The sudden need to go along with these strange dance moves was rattling.

“It’s close to midnight, something evil’s lurking in the dark…” An amazingly familiar pop sensation’s voice sung out from mid-air.

A single zombie/leprechaun emerged from the crowd. His cheekbones were high, and his hair was a curly mop atop his head. Such a very familiar looking young man…

The whole lot broke out into dance, making long, jerking movements with their arms and legs. “’Cause this is thriller, thriller night!”

The grunge-skinned Michael Jackson zombie curved his arms into those of a T-Rex’s and started walking side to side. Left, right. My arms twitched, urging to do the same. Finally, I gave in, letting my body go along with this strange dance we were doing. Michael Zombie Jackson’s singing ended, and was replaced with a whole lot of scary talking by some man.

“The foulest stench is in the air,” He started. My companions and I continued with our outrageous moves as this new voice drawled on for a while.

“For no mere mortal can resist the evil of the thriller!”

I closed my eyes. A sharp, sudden burst of laughter escaped my mouth, sounding throughout the land.

 “Ahahaha! Ahahaha!”

When I opened my eyes, they met the deep brown ones of the person I’d missed so much. “Senna!” I screamed, sitting upright in my bed. I pulled my best friend into a tight hug. “You’re early!”

She snorted loudly, pulling me away from her body but keeping a grip on my shoulders. “And you, girl, have some pretty wild dreams. What was this I heard about a zombie slash leprechaun version of Michael Jackson? And you were dancing to Thriller along with an army of undead leprechauns? And Zeus?! Girl, you narrate your dreams very clearly. It’s quite disturbing. Have you got any new medication for your ADD? Because if you have, it’s not working!” Senna rambled, looking at me as if I’d just sprouted an extra eye in the middle of my forehead. I brought my hand up to my face and rubbed it, just in case. Nope, no extra eye. Thank god because there were some things that just could not be unseen! And I had no idea what I meant by that statement.