The Ones Next Door

Well, it's midnight on a Thursday night, and you can probably guess right now what I'm doing, ne? No, I'm not stripping. Nope, not playing drinking games with my buddies, and I'm not running from deranged criminals. I'm doing the most horrible thing known to man kind.

That's right, I'm doing homework. Awful, isn't it? And where, might you ask, am I doing my homework? Outside, of course. It is, afterall, a very nice night, no breaze, warm, and a full moon. Why shouldn't I? I'm just reading a novel for English class.

And you know what? Considering the fact that I'm outside right now, reading my eyeballs out, I find it quite interesting to hear sounds coming from the neighbors. No, not the neighbors to the LEFT of me, we're talking about the neighbors to the right. Yes, that's right, the CRAZY neighbors. From what little experience I had with them earlier today, I already know that it could be just about anything afoot over there.

Setting my book down, I do need a break after all, I can't help but see just what on earth is going on.

It started out with the creaks and groans from the front gate, and a lot of shuffling noises. It sounded as though two people were hoarsly whispering to each other in an argumentative tone.

Hiding in the shadows, I sit down next to the metal fence, you know, looks like strong chicken wire? allowing me to see through. I watch.

Two men tumble up the walk, carrying what looks like bulky plastic black bags. Bulky plastic garbage bags. BIG bags. The moonlight glints reflectively off their snowy-white hair, giving it a silver sheen. One man was a little taller than the other, but from what I can see of them, they look almost like exact twins.

What's with the twin business?

Having a VERY suspiscious idea of what was exactly IN those bags, I couldn't help but swallow. The shorter man grunted, heaving the end of his bag further.

"Hush! Idiot! You'll wake up the whole neighborhood!" the taller one spat venemously.

"If I remember correctly, Bakura, YOU were the one screaming in glee the whole time claiming, 'don't worry hikari! They'll NEVER find the bodies!"

Eyes wide: check. Face pale: check. Supressiing massive squeak: check. Who the HELL did we move next door to?

The taller male began to beat upon the door. "Pharaoh, get you royal but out here!" Pound, pound, pound.

There were some curses from inside the house, and random lights flicked on as the person who was going to answer the door advanced.

. . . . .Pharaoh?

The door creaked open, and a VERY disgruntled looking. . .Yami was it? peaked his head out.

"Gahh! Tomb Robber, what do want?!"

"Help," the shorter unkown male squeaked, pulling at his bag for emphasis. Yami sighed- yes, I audibly heard it from my hiding spot- and he smacked his head. "Did you loose your morphic jar again?"

"Don't look at me, it's all his fault!"

"Oh, well that sounds trite, hikari," 'Bakura' shot back.

Yami turned his head back into the house. "Hikari, find our spare cards! We need a morphic jar!" The spikey-haired man turned back to the strangers. "You know, you should really avoid killing people if you can't cover up the evidence."

Shit. I just snapped a twig. Three heads immediately snapped in my direction. Shit shit shit!!!

"I'll go see what it is," I could almost HEAR Yami's sadistic smirk. "Can't have any eavesdroppers, can we?"

As fast as a little bunny, I ran back into my house, as QUIETLY as I could. Where did I go? In my blind panic, I went to the room with the most windows, of course! The living room! Quickly, I grabbed the blanket off the top of the couch and curled up underneath of it, hoping to feing sleep.

The front porch creeked as the freaky man stepped on to it, and he started to circle the house. Curse wrap-around decks!

Creak. . . .creak.

"Where are you, my little pet, I don't want to hurt you. I just wanna play a little game."

Said the spider to the fly. I wanted to cry out 'I'm not that stupid!' but that would sort of defeat the purpose, now, wouldn't it?

Creak. . . creak.

I realized that this guy doesn't walk, he prowls, stalks, anything to implant fear in his prey. And I'll tell you what, he was doing a damned good job at it too!

Cautiously, I peaked my head out of the blanket, almost screaming out.

In the window right in front of me he stood, flannel pajama pants and all. His crimson eyes were practically glowing, his crazy grinning face virtually screaming 'I EAT BABIES!!!'

I think that I ducked my head just in time when he moved to look at me.

Creak. . . creak.

I could hear my heart-beat thumping in my throat, in my ears, and pounding in my chest.

Creak. . . . . . .creak. His footsteps were receeding. I let out a small, but only very small, sigh of relief.

"Don't worry, my pretty, I'll get you, and your little dog too!!" He cackled on his way back to his place.

Creapy. Creapy, creapy, creapy.

What the HELL did I almost get myself into?

No, if you guess, I didn't sleep well that night. And you know what? I think that I DID do something that I mentioned earlier. I was running from deranged criminals! Isn't that grand?

Suddenly, I realize something, and can't help but shutter.

I promised Kent that I'd duel him again tomorrow.

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Well, I hope that you guys are enjoying reading this as much as I am writing it, and don't forget to R&R, or Yami just might come out to get you. . . . .

*cackles* *coughs*