I'm just finished! But drnk.

You see a lady laying comfortably on a maroon couch, the brightest part of the picture being her blonde, almost white, hair. She's reading a book. On the cover of the book is a picture of a woman who looks almost exactly like her. She looks horrified, both the real woman and the one on the book. The blonde haired woman is obviously reading a horror book. Yeah, you can see this from the cover too ... I forgot to tell you theres a freaky lookin' ape guy tryin to kill the lady on the book.

But anyway ...

The woman is reading when all of a sudden, she is forced to look up because of a sound coming from the door across from her ... the door that leads to a storage room. For some reason, the sound resembles the sound of a small dog, moaning in paid ... a moan that soon turns into a horrific screeching sound. The woman, looking at the door from the couch, raised a brow slightly. She got up, placing the book on the table in front of the couch, and headed for the door that the sound was comming from.

What was it?

She put her ear against the door and listened carefully. She couldn't hear much ... just a few scratching sounds here and there, which obviously meant nothing to her ... at least that's what the look on her face explained.

She walked to the phone and picked it up, dialing quickly.

Ringing.

Ringing.

"Hey! This is Marty, I'm not in right now, so leave a message and I'll get back with you!" She smiled lightly. Hearing the sound of her boyfriends voice was somewhat soothing ... but not enough.

"Marty? Hey, if you're there, pick up," she waited a moment ... nothing. "Well, okay, I guess you're not in ... anyway, just call me back or come over as soon as you can ... bye," click. She hung up and looked around the room for a moment.

BANG! BANG!

She jumped. Startled, she looked into the direction the noise was comming from. The front door. She hesitated at first, but after a few moments, she moved to the speaker and held the button.

"Hello?"
"It's the police!"
"... Marty?!"
"Yeah, haha! You gonna let me up?"

She smiled ... finally some kind of security was here. She pushed her hair back a little ... she hadn't combed it all day so it was pretty messy. She looked at the button to let him in ... a few moments passed ... then, finally, she pressed it.

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!

The door opened and Marty walked in, wearing his usual trench coat and blue scarf.

"Hey, baby? Your hair looks great," he said while pulling her head toward him for a kiss. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah ... I just farted, that's all," she replied with a smile.

"Great! Yours are the best! So what's up?"

"Oh ... nothing ..." she said even though it was apparent she was lying.

"No, really ... what are you doing?"

"Nothing! Honest!"

Marty smiled then walked to the couch and picked up the book. "These again?" He looked at her and smiled. "What have I told you about these?"


TO BE CONTINUED ...



















I'm drunk ... shut up.

Damnit, don't just leave us hanging like that!

Hmmm, keep us updated on this one, will ye ?

Aw c'mon .02 you can't do this to us....where's the rest of the story...man, I won't be able to sleep tonight!

Just a short glimpse at least, what happens next?

I can't write any more about it ... I'm not drunk right now. You'll have to wait until the next time I crack open a brew. :D