I Decided To Throw A Party While My Parents Were Gone, But The Horrific Things That Happened Made Me Wish They Never Left

However, on the far right of the picture was the head and shoulders of a man I had never seen before. He stuck out in the picture of 16 and 17-year-olds like the most sore of thumbs. Dark eyes sunken into a skeletal face topped with a mop of dirty brown hair and dark stubble – the man looked away from the camera with a thousand-yard death stare.

The back of my throat began to bubble with vomit. I stared at the picture for a good minute or two until I was distracted by the garage light flicking on again through the cracks of the blinds.

I stumbled out of bed and staggered naked in the dark over to the corner window considering yelling something down at Percy this time. I had enough.

I whipped the blinds open and laid my eyes down upon Percy walking in circles in the driveway as a light snow fell and stuck to the asphalt all around him. He pulled something out of his jacket pocket. A folded piece of cardboard. He quickly unfolded it. Pulled out a felt pen.

He turned towards me, intensely focused on the cardboard, he scribbled writing across the board.
My fear starting to bubble. I heard the sound of something crash outside my bedroom door, but my eyes stuck on Percy and his writing.



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