Dues.
Chris whistled and tapped his foot. He was in a groovy mood.
The sound of the doorbell alarmed him. He dashed to the door to see who it was.
Strange. There was no one at the door.
Chris slowly closed the door. Then went back to grab a drink from the kitchen.
He grabbed a glass from the shelf, and placed it on the granite counter. For some reason, he turned his head to see if anyone was behind him.
Chris felt a cold chill run down his spine. Maybe the a.c was working too well. He’d have to check it and turn the temperature up a bit.
He poured himself some ginger ale. The moment he took a hold of his glass- he saw a dark shadow seated on the chair.
Chris: Oh, to what do I owe the pleasure of having you here today.
The dark shadow chuckled and snapped his bony fingers. A paper appeared before Chris’ eyes.
Chris: (gulps) Look. (sighs) It’s been a crazy week, okay. I promise I’ll get everything ready by the weekend.
The dark shadow squinted it’s eye sockets. ‘‘I do not want any games. Make sure you do as you promised. Otherwise, you’ll be very sorry to have messed with me.’’
As soon as Chris tried to say something else, his guest was gone. The document started to fade away, too.
At last, he could have his drink in peace. The drink was now less cool, and there was something in it. He felt nauseated.
Chris: Come on! Ah, a spider~ of all things. (mumbles) So not fair.
jeudi, 12 septembre, 2019.