The Call and Earth's Games

 The Call

        It was a wrong number that started it, the telephone ringing three times in the dead of night, and the voice on the other end asking for someone he was not. What did he want? Why was he so interested? I was terrified and crouched in a ball in the corner. How did I not see this scary movie unfold right before my eyes? From the unknown number to the panting breathe over the phone. Now he was following me, taunting me with every step I take. Jealousy had taken over his mind and there was no sign of it letting go. The jealousy turned into insanity and now what I believed to be fictional and just a movie to scare became a reality that would haunt me forever. The clock now struck midnight and the phone went dead. Maybe now he had given up and moved on. The sound of knuckle meeting wood went off at my front door. He wasn't done at all, but rather getting closer. Please don't wake up, I pleaded. Lord knows what he's got up his sleeve. I sneaked over to the tiny compartment under the floor boards. My bow? Maybe but I'd have to reload quick. I grabbed my father's gun and crept to where the living room met the hallway. He went from a casual tapping knock to a pounding quake. Fear clawed at my insides. My stomach felt flattened, my heart felt attacked by a dagger and my head had a pounding headache. Why wouldn't he just leave?! Why had this insanity taken over? He started kicking and tried to pound the door down. After a couple minutes he finally gave up and shot the door handle. He came barreling through the door. I freaked out and small yip escaped my lips. As he came into view a bullet met his leg. I woke up in a fright. "It was only just a dream."

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Earth's Games



       Everything was okay, all was good, we were all happy. The sun was shining and the birds were chirping their sweet spring melody. We had no idea what lied in front of us, but who would? Everything all happened at once. Stacking themselves up to a tower. We didn't live life in fear then, but now we keep a watchful eye on the dark corners around us. The move was successful, we were all cheerful and getting over our sadness for the ones we left behind. We didn't know then that the connections we had would go dead. Reality was a mere fantasy still to our little minds. Maybe the first warning sign was the swallowed battery, but who knows he lived and we were all happy. But the new house brought its own set of games. Ones we have never heard of. Ones that would make our minds scream. When stories would become a reality. The games had been changed, advanced. We weren't ready- who would be. Years later and everything took a break. But not a very long break. Stress and loneliness sneaked its way into our lives. Our own family seemed to have forgotten all about us after the accident. After the accident though things started to pile up. When it came to be school time we went to new schools, three separate schools now. High school had brought its very own game set to the table too. Drama had a new devilish grin, and people weren't who they used to be. Smiles became fake and stress was a daily. The world seemed to say, "Come, children, let us shut up the box and the puppets, for our play is played out."