“Bye Mom,” I said closing the door, watching my mom pull out of the driveway in her BMW .
I plopped down on the couch and turned on the television.
I was skimming the movies when one really caught my eye.
“The Night of The Living Dead” was wrote on the menu bar.
“Hm…” I said out loud, popping the disk into the DVD player.
It was a few minutes into the movie when the phone began to ring.
Oh, How I will always remember those three slow rings.
I picked it up. “Hello?” I said, wondering who it was.
“Dude, Xander. Have you noticed anything weird happening outside lately?” Asked my friend, Mikey, who lived a few houses down.
“Uhm…Not at the moment, why? Who’s house did you tepee this time Mike?” I said, waiting for him to blurt out a name.
“No dude. I tepee anybodies house tonight. Just, look outside and see for yourself.” Mike said with a real serious tone.
I peeked out the mini-blinds in my kitchen and I still can’t cope with what I had seen that light.