Keely's living room danced in blue and white lights from her TV. She was unable to sleep, as she was home alone, with her mom miles and miles away, on a business trip. Keely was doing homework-or, more like watching a movie, "Paranoia", with numerous sheets of paper scattered around the room and an open textbook lying forgotten on her lap.

According the summary on the back of the DVD, this movie was about a teenage girl, who was home alone, with her parents on their anniversary vacation, and was receiving bad signs of some unknown danger lurking around her house.

The movie was pretty boring for the first half; nothing scary had happened yet. She glanced at the clock, which read 11 p.m.

Her stomach growled. The kitchen never looked so far away, and sleepy eyes never felt so heavy. A snack could wait until…

The TV, which was set on a rather high volume, stopped, which might have woken her up. The electricity had gone off, not a good thing. Keely had minor paranoia of the dark. She looked up at the clock. She might have only slept for an hour or-

Did she just hear a soft, muffled thud outside? No, Keely thought, I'm not gonna start panicking just because the lights went out….and the phones wouldn't work incase of an emergency…..and mom is several states away… and Phil is several blocks of running distance… No sooner had she thought this than the lights came back on (yay!) Another light thud outside. She held her breath. Footsteps?

"Chill, Keely. Pull yourself together, because there is nothing outside, except for noisy squirrels dropping nuts everywhere, and crunchy leaves blowing in the wind. And I'm just fine" But Keely couldn't stop her voice from shaking a little, as she said this to herself.

She was certain she just heard something run along the side of her house, and another few thuds.

Every time she was home alone, she freaked out. She couldn't help but let the many nighttime noises get to her. Once she even called the police. It was extremely embarrassing to find out it was just a raccoon digging around in the trash.

She slowly walked to the front door. At first all she could see was the glare of her reflection. But, then, focusing her eyes on the darkness she saw

A masked figure standing less than a foot away from the door, peering inside the empty house!

She screamed, leaping back hard against the wall. She scrambled to the phone, and dialed Phil's cell number, which was a 911 to her, as fast as she could.

Outside she heard—"I'm a Barbie girl, in a Barbie world"—Phil's ring tone, followed by several hisses-

"Turn it off, turn it off!"

"Dude, you're gonna ruin it!"

"Shhh!"

Keely ripped open the front door, and sprinted into Phil, tackling him to the ground.

"PHIL DIFFY!" She screamed.

Some friends of Phil came out from hiding behind the bushes and trees, laughing. Keely had mercilessly knocked the wind out of Phil. After a few minutes he answered with a grin, "Just a little fun to get you in the mood for Halloween!" Keely only had just noticed her front yard had been transformed into a toilet paper wonderland. She playfully punched him in the arm. He nudged her back.

"Dang, Keely, you knocked the bajeebers out of me."

"Ugh, my back." Moaned Keely.

"Yeah, that was quite a beating you just gave yourself." My back hurts more though. You should be a quarterback.

"I think I can thank you for all that." Keely announced.

"Dude Keely, we got you good," Said Brian, one of Phil's friends.

"For the kazillionth time, don't call me dude. I'll get you back for this one of these days." She laughed. "But, I have to say, I am relieved it was just you guys."

"Oh, shoot. I promised Mom I'd be home way earlier than this. See ya." Said Cory.

"Ditto. Night, dude." Said Brian to Phil, "Dudette." He said with a grin, nodding his head in Keely's direction. "Night." Said Phil.

"Phil, whose idea was this?"

"That would be mine."

"Phil, you nearly gave me a heart attack!" Keely screamed.

"Now, don't start sounding like my mother. Speaking of her, I told her I was crashing here. I assume its ok with you if I invite myself over?" Phil said.

"You wrap my yard, scare me out of my mind, and then knock down my doors, assuming its all ok with me?"

"Yup."

"Fine, only if you make me some chicken noodle soup."

Phil raised an eyebrow at her, "Dinner's ready when the fire alarm goes off."

"Uh, on second thought, maybe just a PB&J would be safer." Keely said.

"That works."

After nearly an hour's wait, Phil finally waltzed into the room with his masterpiece.

"What happened?" Keely asked. "You forget how to use a spoon?"

"Hey be nice, I still haven't given you your sandwich yet. Phil said. "This beauty is made to perfection."

"Ok, ok just gimme it already!"

When her meal was no more than half way to her mouth, Phil said. "You gonna share?"

"Of course." She sighed. "Oh, I almost forgot, I rented paranoia." "Ever heard of it?"

"Yeah, I saw that." Phil said. "It was really lame to be honest.

"The main character has no common sense, and the psycho stalker guy looks plastic." Phil said. "And…the plotline is pointless."

"Let's watch it anyway!" Keely announced. "I love cheesy horror movies!"

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