the forgotten house and the broken lamp
As we reached the back of the house, I saw a couple of Clay’s lazy dropout friends spread out on the back porch, smoking as usual.
One of them stood up, I think his name was Johnathan.
“Hey man, you ready?”
“Totally” Clay replied, smooth as silk.
I shot him a nervous glance, but he just casually smiled back.
The group of guys slowly stood up, and started heading into the house.
“Clay, you’ve got to be kidding me, what are we doing?”
I was getting angry now.
“Caitlyn calm down babe, we’re just checking out this old house.”
“Hahahaha, yeah, just checkkinnnn it outtttt” one of Clay’s drunk friends slurred, stumbling into the house.
I didn’t like where this was going, but i went in anyway, with Clay there was just no winning.
As we entered the house, the door slammed behind the last of Clay’s friends; a lamp fell and shattered.
My eyes still hadn’t adjusted to the darkness, and i groped in the air for Clay’s hand.
“What the hell was that?”
I could hear the fear in it.