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


I staggered in the dark to the corner window and ripped open the blinds. I assumed maybe Clayton set off the light, just moving around, taking a piss or something. I was shocked when I laid eyes upon the driveway and didn’t see his truck.

But the driveway was not empty. I jumped backwards in the room when I saw the same man from the night before standing right where Clayton’s truck had been parked.

Facing me this time, I could see his cold face, tucked beneath the same flannel hat with earflaps. He didn’t look up anywhere in my direction, just kept his eyes down and walked around in circles in the driveway like a dog sniffing for a place to mark his territory.

This lasted for about 30 seconds or so before he turned around and walked back to the lonely highway.

I needed to call my parents this time and at least leave a message. I dialed up my dad’s cell phone as fast as I could. I knew he checked his messages at least once a day.

I was shocked when he answered after the first ring.



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