"Guys! Guys! Wake up! Guys!" AJ yelled, wanting to throw something at
them to make them wake up. "Guys!"
"They can't save you now." Came a voice, a low, deep...man voice. "No one
can."
"Who are you? What do you want from me? What'd I do to you? What do you
want from me?" AJ hollared from the top of his lungs. "What do you want
from me?"
"Let's start with a girlfriend." The voice came, booming fiercly high.
"I don't have a girlfriend..." AJ said, shrugging his shoulders. "Why do
you want a girlfriend?"
"I need a girlfriend...know anyone that has...her." The voice pointed to
Heather. "I want her."
"Too bad, bucko. You can't have her. She's taken." AJ said.
"I want her, so get me her." The voice boomed again.
"Too bad...because you can't have her." AJ said, pointing at where his face
would be if he could see it, with each word.
"It's her, or you." The voice boomed.
"What if I say 'Pass'?" AJ asked, trying to out witt him.
"I say die." The voice hollared, giving laughs at the end.
"Laugh all you want...trust me...you can't get away with this." AJ said,
yelling, screaming, and pouding his feet.
"AJ! What's going on?" Brian said, coming concious.
"I want your girlfriend." The voice yelled.
"You can't have Heather!" Brian screamed.
"Heather...hmmmmmmm...perfect name." Yelled the voice.
"What? What are you talking about? AJ?" Brian said.
"I don't know...he wants a girlfriend." AJ said. "Probably can't get one
himself."
All of a sudden, the lights went out, the room, along with the whole
neighborhood, was dark.
AJ looked around, trying to find something, trying to do something...then
remembering Mr. Smith's body...in his tree...with Christmas lights around
his neck...hanging from the limb, with blood on his face, and bullets in his
head.
"You're one sicko that deserves what I give him!" AJ yelled, grabbing
something close by and throwing it.
AJ heard it smash on something, but, he didn't know what it was.
"AJ! What's going on?" Brian screamed again, but suddenly, along with the
lights, everything went out, everyone was silent, everyone was motionless.
AJ, falling straight to the floor, crawled around, looking for Brian, or
Heather, or anyone; needing to find someone.
"Pst...Pst." AJ kept whispering, hoping one would go, 'Over here!'.
"Pst..." Came a voice, which AJ followed.
"Who is this? Kev? Nick? How...Howie..." AJ said, remembering that Howie
was upstairs, and was clueless if he was aware of what was going on
downstairs.
"Wrong, wrong...wrong."
"Who is it?" AJ asked.
"Your worst nightmare." came the reply.