Ok, here's where the freaky stuff may start happening.
Reviews:
Swimmerkitti: I go to an all-girls school, so stalking is considerably harder. You have to watch them on the bus, find out which stop they get off at, follow them home, realize you're lost....like you said, great times!
fuzzy wuzzy: the fuzz: oh no, Zack doesn't like her. Definitely not.
Angel:I have to say, I think you're pretty crazy too, but there's more for me this way!
nishia: yeah, that's much better, thanks!
Crazy Chica 91: I want to learn the drums too, and I am doing! Yaaay! Also, the lyrics were rubbish, just some random thing I wrote off the top of my head. Have them, if you want.
tmrwspromise: Yeah, I think I've explained it in the next paragraph. Let me know if not.
IluvRockN'Roll: Enter Sandman has to be my favorite Metallica song. Without a doubt.
rupertsgirlie: glad you like the story!
ilovekevinclark: I know, Enter Sandman is my favorite Metallica song. I love the lyrics.
Siriusly angelic: I'm glad you like this!
ashley09: yeah, I'd do that too!
Ally124: The freaky stuff will happen in this very chapter! Ooooh!
innocently dOrky: I've read it all, I just keep forgetting to review! Sorry!
SiennaR79: Yay! I'm sticking it to the Man! I don't care if it's corny, 'cause I love it!
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You've been hanging out with the band for almost a year, now. Freddy keeps on flirting and asking you out, and you keep knocking him back. You don't think he really means it, although you wish he did. That's why sometimes it annoys you, but you've learned not to let it bother you now. A lot of normal teenage stuff is happening; Zack is going out with Katie, and Summer seems pretty jealous. You and Freddy are really good friends, best friends, and your other two friends are Alicia and Katie, although you're not as good friends with them.
Katie and Zack have a date today, as it's Saturday, and Alicia always has voice lessons on the weekend. It's about 9 pm, and you've just been sat in front of the computer all day, as your parents are out. You shut it down, and then you hear the doorbell ring, so you answer it. No one's there. You look around, and there are shadows up and down the street. You shiver, and shut the door. You flick on the TV, and also put on the light. And some music. A storm starts up, and the rain begins to pour down.
You decide to go upstairs and put your nightdress on. It's black and silky, with images of crossed drumsticks on fire all over it. (A/N: thanks to JustVisitingUKgirl for that). You go back downstairs and curl up on the sofa with a woolly blanket over you. There's a horror movie on the TV. Typical, you think. This is so stereotypical! I can't believe it. There's going to be a knock at the door, next, isn't there...?
BANG! BANG! BANG! Three bangs on the door. You nearly scream, but bite your tongue just in time. Owies! It really hurt, but at least you didn't make a noise. You're not going to be a typical girl! You go and open the door, shivering as you get a blast of icy cold wind right in your face. No one's there. The street is deserted.
"Hello?" You call out. "Hello? Look, this isn't funny!" You mean it to sound strong and confident, but it just sounds weak and scared. You grumble, and slam the door. At that minute there's a massive crash of thunder, and all the lights, the TV, and your music goes off, and the all the sounds make it seem like a jumble of voices, crying out a warning to you. You shake your head. Your English Teacher said you had too good an imagination, and you guess he was right. Is right. It's not you 'had' too good an imagination, you 'have' too good an imagination. You're still here, for now, anyways.
Ok, that wasn't funny. It was meant to be a joke, but it just sounded sick.
Ring ring, ring ring. You jump, then laugh at yourself. It's just the phone. You walk over to pick it up.
"Hello?" There's no answer, just quiet. "Hello? Hello?"
"Hello..." A quiet hiss.
"Freddy? Is this you messing about? It's not funny, Freddy..." Ick, you sound like a stupid girl off of a horror movie, but the truth is you don't really care right now. Your parents are out of town, and you'll have to spend the night here alone. You think of all the creepy stories there are about that...no! Pull yourself together! This is not a horror story, or a movie, and it is definitely not anything to do with what happened at your old school!
"Look, freak, I suggest you stop doing prank calls, and get yourself a life, savvy?" You hang up. It's only then you realize; the power's off. How did they manage to phone you? Maybe...maybe phone lines are different. Yeah, that's it. Phone lines are different. Just to be on the safe side, you unplug the phone.
Brrrr. Brrrr. You jump about a mile in the air, before you realize, someone's texted you.
"What is this, let's-scare-(You)-day?" you mutter, as you open the text.
I'm coming...
That's all there is. You check the caller. Withheld number. This is getting too weird now. You hurriedly switch off your phone, and sit down. Normally when you had nothing else to do you'd play the drums, but the loud noise would sound too out of place here. You get a book, and check the title. Dracula. Oh, great. You forgot you only had a collection of horror books. You shiver, and huddle up underneath the blanket.
BANG! BANG! BANG! You start to slide under the blanket, then realize; you're being typical girl again. You make yourself get up and walk to the door. You slowly pull it open. No one's there...
"BOO!" You nearly scream, but stop yourself, and manage to turn it into a sigh, instead.
"Freddy. How original."
"Just like your pj's." he says, grinning wickedly. You look down, and realize you're still in your nightdress.
"Why, thank you." You say, sarcastically. "Look, do you want to come in?"
"I just stopped by to tell you Band Practice tomorrow."
"On a Sunday?"
"Yeah, Dewey said something about how it's 'homage to the God of Rock', or something?" He shrugged. "But I'll come in anyway if you want."
"Sure." You open the door, and let him in. you both go into the TV room.
"Hey, it's dark in here." He says. "Why's everything off?"
"It's a power-cut." You tell him.
"Uh, no it's not. Look out the window." You do, and all down the street, people have their lights on.
"Well, why won't anything come on, then?" At that minute everything comes on at once, and you let out a squeak. Freddy looks at you.
"Um, we have a squeaky couch." He nods, and turns his attention back to the TV.
You sit there in silence until 11 pm, when he notices the time.
"I really should be going now. Can I phone my mom?" You hand him the phone. "Um, (You)? There's no dial tone."
"Oh, that's right, I unplugged it. I was getting all these freaky prank calls." He looks at you with concern, and you realize.
"We've gone over two hours without insulting each other, Jones!"
"I didn't deem you worthy of being spoken to." he replies, and grins. "Besides, I was too busy looking at you."
"Get real! You were probably just looking in a mirror." He smiles, and things are back to normal. You feel a bit upset by that......you're probably just tired. You plug the phone back in, and give it to him. He dials.
"There's no answer. The phones are down." He hangs up, and the phone begins to ring again. You look at each other, and he picks up the phone.
"Hello?"