We all sit down to tell horror stories. It was Jude' s idea, but everyone agreed to do it.
"Let's start with short ones," Jen suggests.
"So those short two sentence or less ones?" Jonsey asks.
"Sure. I'll start. It's lunch time and Taco Bell is closed," Jude says.
"Don't even joke about that!" Jonsey exclaims and I roll my eyes.
"I woke up to hear knocking on glass. At first, I thought it was coming from my window until I heard it come from the mirror agian," I say and Caitlin shifts her position on my bed. I realize that she's sitting across from my mirror. Jonsey must have realized this as well because he starts laughing.
"My turn," Wyatt says before clearing his throat. "She asked why I was breathing so heavily. I wasn't."
"Ok, I begin tucking him into bed and he tells me, 'Daddy, check for monsters under my bed.' I look underneath for his amusement and see him, another him, under the bed, staring back at me quivering and whispering, 'Daddy, there's somebody on my bed,'" Jen says. Creepy.
"You get home, tired after a long day's work and ready for a relaxing night alone. You reach for the light switch, but another hand is already there," Jonsey says.
"I never go to sleep. But I keep waking up," Caitlin says. That's one time around, but knowing them it's not the end of the two sentence stories.
"After working a hard day, I came home to see my girlfriend cradling our child. I didn't know which was more frightening, seeing my dead girlfriend and stillborn child, or knowing that someone broke into my apartment to place them there," Jude says.
"I was having a pleasant dream when what sounded like hammering woke me. After that, I could barely hear the muffled sound of dirt covering the coffin over my own screams," I repeat a horror story that I remembered from a while back.
"There's nothing like the laughter of a baby. Unless it's 1 a.m. and you're home alone and you don't have a baby," Wyatt says and I notice that Caitlin got a little bit closer to me.
"A girl heard her mom yell her name from downstairs, so she got up and started to head down. As she got to the stairs, her mom pulled her into her room and said 'I heard that, too,'" Jen tells us her second story.
"Growing up with cats and dogs, I got used to the sounds of scratching on my door as I slept. New that I love alone, it's a lot more unsettling," Jonsey says and Caitlin moves a little bit closer to me. "It happens here all of the time, right, Nikki," Jonsey asks me and I know that if I say 'yes', he'll scratch my door to scare Caitlin.
"Oh yeah, all of the time. They just want a Jonsey sandwich," I answer, my voice full of sarcasm and everyone laughs at my horrible joke.
"Let's just continue with the stories," Wyatt suggests.
"The last thing I saw was my alarm clock flashing 12:07 before she pushed her long rotting nails through my chest, her other hand muffling my screams. I sat bolt upright, relieved it was only a dream, but as I saw my alarm clock read 12:06, I heard my closet door creak open," Caitlin says and I laugh at the look on Jonsey' s face before high fiving Caitlin.
"Not cool," Jonsey says.
"What? Are you afraid of a little scary story?" I ask.
"Yeah, Jonsey, is a little story to scary for you?" Jude asks and Jonsey glares at him.
"Whatever. Let's just tell one more short one each and then we can move on to longer ones," Jonsey says to help protect his ego.
"You think that something is in the room with you; you saw it out of the corner of your eye, but when you look over its not there. You look left, you look right, behind your dresser, and under your bed, but never look up. She hates to be seen," Jude says.
"That was three sentences!" Jinsey exclaims. He's so scared it's almost cute. Almost, but not quite.
"It was still short," Jen says.
"Yeah. The two sentence thing is just a suggestion. As long as it isn't very long, it doesn't matter," I say and Caitlin nods.
"We are done for right now. Let's take a ten minute break and move on to longer stories," Jonsey suggests.
"You're the one who said that we are doing one more round," Wyatt points out.
"Yeah, well now we aren't." Jonsey stands up and leaves the room to signify that it is the end of the argument.
A/n I do not own 6Teen. This is my first 6Teen fiction, but it probably won't be my last. I'm in a random mood, so, yeah.