after they had left, I had taken the board outside along with the rest of the candles, and even the weird metal piece, and drowned it all in gasoline before lighting it with a match and watching it burst into flames. the orange and red licks of fire twisted around the board, engulfing it in the dangerous sunset. it felt good to watch the wax slowly melt over the wood, as the plastic coating began to run off the board, as it began to splinter. the fancy letters that were carved in began to fade, and I knew then that I could leave.

I walked through the front door, and stood, my legs feeling as though they were attached to strings, like a marionette, swaying from side to side. I felt dizzy.

when was the last time I drank water..?

i flipped on a switch and looked at the messy house that had once been a place I wanted to be. boxes, trash, laundry, all littered the floor, nesting in the carpet, being a nuisance. I had meant to clean it up. no one really care either way, but It bothered me that it was still there even after the self promise I had made last week.

didn't matter.

i was going to get it done this weekend....

probably...

i moved across the carpet, to the tiled kitchen that wasn't too far from the living room or entryway at all. the dark blackish-brown cabinets never really matched the decor, and i noticed every time i passed them.

maybe i could paint them.

Yah right... like painting is a profession of mine.

i opened one of the bottom cabinets and got a small plastic cup that i needed to wash, rinsed it out,and then drank some water before drying it, and putting it back into the cabinet.

i figured after that, i would make one of those cheap cups of ramen noodles and then watch some dumb cartoon, and call it good.

yah, that sounded nice.

i pulled of my tight long sleeve, and grabbe a (what seemed to be clean) sweatshirt out of a pile of clothes by the couch. pulling the lavender hood over my head, i slumped on the couch and turned on an anime i had been watching for about a week now. i want even past the fourth epsisode and i was hooked. man, what cartoons could do to u , am i right?

Stolen from its rightful author, this tale is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.

i ignroed my stomache crying as i watched two people love eachother with impossible obsticles on a large screen. these kinds of things were almost hypnotic. once you step in, its hard to step out of it.

" endymoin.... i... i ... love you..."

teh girl whispered on the tv, as the man held her hand....

" but... but... usagi...i-"

" OH COME ON!"

the tv cut out, a wide picture of static filling the small and unspacious living room. the sound of the distorted waves of the tec wanted to make me punch it, and hopefully break it. but i was hungry anywyas, and noodles were calling me by my name. i could fix it after i had properly eaten.

i clikced the off button on the remote, and swung my legs up and over the couch before propelling myself with such force, that i had almost fallen over.

"alrighty then..."

i made my way to the pantry, and while i grabbed teh stirofoam cup...

i heard the tv click on.

i knew right away that i had turned that damn thing off.

but i was hearing the static that very moment, a ringing snesation filling my head, and even my insides.

i felt as though i was vibrating.

"maybe it just fell over, and hit the on button. seems logical."

i slipped the noodles into the microwave before heading to the living room.

but... the tv was off...

and i was still hearing static.

coming from....

one of the other rooms...

" no... its fine the same thing couldve happened to one of those remotes...."

i heard the mechanical beep of the microwave, but the noodles werent my priority right now, as horrible thoughts of what could actually be going on filled my head, such as roberry, or... a murderer.

no, no.

focus on the remote theory.

i slowly opened my door,a dn there was my tv on, white light being th eonly source of light there was. adn teh remote...

wa on my bed.

facing hte tv.

it hadnt fell over at all.

i glanced over at the shattered mirror, that i had blown to peices earlier that evening.

teh shotgun was still on the floor, a sall sent in the nose of it.

it was still a gun though.

paranoia set in, and i picked up the gun, and silently turned off the tv, before slamming open the sliding closet, only to be met with a few hoodies hung up, and a couple of pairs of jeans on a shelf.

nobody.

nothing

nadda.

and then...

i heard another tv go off.

someone had to be scrwing with me. maybe one of the girls hadnt actually gone home, and was hididng , waiting for the right moment to screw with me.

" haha. very funny. stahpit. which one is it?"

i moved back into the living room, and for a split second i saw a tall, masculine shadow, before it turned its head and looked at me, and tehn vaporized.

oh...oh sh- did... did we just... did we just actually summon something...?