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

Percy finished his scribe right after the crash outside my door. He flipped around the board.

The room suddenly felt as cold as I imagined it was outside. I froze in my stance in the window until I heard another thump from outside my bedroom door.

I made an initial burst to the bedroom door, planned to flee through the house as fast as I could, before I thought better.

I stopped myself just outside of the closed door. Heard a hideous cough erupt from the other side.

I quickly shoved a heavy dresser in front of the door. Ran back to the bed where my cell phone was.

Still groggy drunk and fuzzy headed, I felt as if my brain was recoiling within my skull while I pulled up the call pad on my phone. Dialed 911. Quickly got an answer.

“Nine-one-one, what is your emergency?”

“Someone is in my house,” I said, breathless.

“Sir. Stay where you are. We are dispatching officers right now.”

“Okay. Okay. Okay.”

A stiff knock upon the door interrupted. Another.

“Shit. He’s at the door.”

“Sir. Do you have any idea who this is? Could it be someone you know?”

I suddenly felt incredibly stupid. It was entirely possible one of my friends simply stayed over and was trying to wake me up. I was distracted by Lexy at the end of the night so I wouldn’t have known if anyone crashed.

“Casey,” the familiar voice of one of my best friends Brandon shook me from my frenzy of fear.



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