march post

I wake up to the smell of biscuits. I sit up, and get out of bed. Eager for breakfast, I walk myself downstairs. I see the oven turned on, eggs on the frying pan, but I see no one. "Mom," I yell. I receive no answer. I search in all of the bedrooms, bathrooms, and finally the basement. I go back upstairs and flip my phone open. I text my mom- where are you? I went downstairs but no body was there and the biscuits & eggs were still cooking. 20 minutes later, I still get no answer. I decide to call her. Again, after what feels like a million times, I have no answer. I put my sandals on, and walk to the neighbors. I knock. No one is there, so I let myself in. There is food splattered everywhere. From what I see, mayo on the baseboards, tomato sauce on the ceiling, and lettuce scraps everywhere. "A sandwich gone horribly wrong," I whisper to myself, with a little chuckle. I also look around in their house, and see no one.

I have no idea what is happening. "What should I do?" I ask myself. I decide to call 911, even though it sounds stupid, I really have no idea what to do. I call. Someone answers this time, but they say nothing. All I hear is an eerie laugh. I am scared. I cry. Helplessly, I get up, get dressed, pack my backpack full of water and food. I grab my mom's car keys. I am only 14 of course, but I hate running. I will have to figure this "driving" thing out. I get in the car, start the ignition, and pull out. I drive very slow and again see nobody in my neighborhood around. I take a right, and go onto the main road.

There are no cars driving other than mine. I realize that I have forgotten money. I look around, stop the car, and find my mom's purse. There is $120, and a check for $30. I go to the gas station. But if I can't find anyone, can't I just get gas for free? I pay anyways. While leaving the station, I see movement in the gas station window. Of course, I have no clue what to do. I am not going in there. After what I heard on the telephone after calling 911, I am truly scared. And what if it is some psycho freak is in their and does something to me? I leave the gas station. I finally decide where to go. My dad's house.

Two and a half hours later, I arrive at my dad's house. It was a miracle that I made it there with all my limbs still attached. I walk in, and to my surprise find him there. He is sitting on the couch. "Dad!" I yell. He turns his head. But this is not my dad, it is someone else. I make eye contact with him and he laughs, the eerie, familiar laugh I heard on the telephone. I turn and run.