"As you can see, lines J and K are parallel..." My Geometry teacher explained to us on a warm September day. We were learning about parallel lines and transversals, one of the easiest Geometry that exists.
We were going by my teacher's regular routine; he teaches us for 20-25 minutes then gives us the homework so we have at least 20-25 minutes to do it and possibly complete it.
We were about 17 minutes into class whenever a big slam interrupted my instructor's teaching. Strangely, nobody was near the doorway.
A few seconds later, the door slammed shut. Again, nobody was close to it. The whole class looked on in fear.
"What the hell..." My teacher said, more confused than me when attempting Algebra.
After class, as I was walking through the doorway, a sticker planted on the door's window caught my eye. It read, 'In Loving Memory of Lacey Seed'.
"Who's Lacey Seed?" I asked my friend Chris, who was walking right behind me.
"She was a student here that died a few years ago in a car accident. She used to be my neighbor." He replied. "Her birthday is today, actually." I looked at him.
"Her birthday is today?" I began. "You don't think..."
"I don't know. She should've graduated last year. I know if she was alive, she would've wanted to celebrate with her class mates. It could've been her, if you believe in that kind of stuff." He responded. He then walked off as I stood by the doorway in deep thought.
A chill suddenly interrupted my thinking. I looked around, then hurried to my next class. I wanted to get the hell away from there.
I was in my yard playing with the snow on a cold December day whenever a man I'd never seen before approached me.
"Hey. I have something to tell you." The man said.
"...What?" I responded, suspiciously.
"That Christmas tree you have up... it's going to burn tonight." he replied. I was hit by confusion.
"What do you mean? Who are you?!" I asked.
"Just make sure to lock that door." He pointed towards my house. I turned my head. He was aiming at the back door.
Whenever I turned my head back around, he was gone. I scanned my surroundings.
No sign of him.
I froze in my position for a little bit, letting his words sink into my head. I then took off inside and told my dad about my encounter.
"What the hell? He just walked into our yard and told you that?" My dad asked.
"Yes." I responded. He shook his head and then started to the closet.
He came back with two shot guns.
"He'll be pretty damn lucky if he even makes it to our porch." He said, loading the two guns. "Chris, you guard the front door. I'll guard the back door," He commanded to my brother, Chris. "You make sure all the windows are locked." He told me. I did exactly as directed.
That night, I heard the smoke alarm.
I ran into my living room, and what I saw made my heart pound in my ears.
The Christmas tree was on fire.
"WHAT THE HELL!" My dad yelled. A few seconds later, my brother jogged into the room with the fire extinguisher and started showering the flames until the tree was clear. "Chris, did anyone get passed you?" My dad asked.
"No! I know I didn't doze off, and I never left my chair. No one came through!" Chris replied. I could see the shock splattered on his face.
"Then how the hell did this happen..." My dad questioned, obviously upset.
I stood there, startled. I couldn't take my eyes off of the burnt tree.
But what really startled me was when I realized the man was right. He said the tree would burn tonight, and it did.
All of a sudden, the tears came falling. I ran to my room and locked the door behind me. I wiped the tears away and looked up.
My eyes met a note sitting on my bed. I picked it up.
'I warned you.' The note read.
My body went numb.
I live in a neighborhood where everyone is pretty much isolated. So isolated that I sometimes feel like I inhabit a ghost town; you hardly see anyone outside unless there's an emergency, and there are at least 12 houses on my street. I don't know anyone.
Well, except this old lady named Mrs. Young that lived next door to me.
While I didn't know her very well, Mrs. Young was the only person I saw in the morning while going to school. She always greeted me and told me to have a good day. Then while walking home from school, she offered me cookies that she always had pre-prepared in a plastic quart. She did this enjoyable routine for about 6 years.
It all ended last year when her son showed up.
Last November, while walking home from school, I saw a man walking out of the old sweet lady's residence.
"Hey, is everything alright?" I asked the pale man.
"Oh, yeah. Definitely. I was just taking pictures of this house for a family reunion." he replied.
"Yes. This used to be my mom's house a long time ago. About 12 years ago, she was transported to a nursing home. She died 6 years later. The house has been abandoned since. I'm taking pictures of it for an album for the reunion."
"Wait... abandoned? But what about that lady... Mrs. Young, I think?"
"Yeah, that was my mother. She died six years ago." he replied. I froze up.
"But... I just talked to her yesterday... gray hair in a bun, big round glasses, always wore a dress?"
"Sorry, but she's been dead for six years. This house has been abandoned for 12. Only I have access to it. Now if you excuse me, I have a reunion to arrange." he said before walking to his truck. I stood in my place, too shocked to move. A minute later, I ran to my house.
I never went by that house again.
"Damn cheese balls." I told my friend Randy while washing my hands in the restroom. It was our lunch period and I had just got done filling my throat with pizza bites and cheese balls.
"That's why you eat them with a fork." Randy told me while combing his gel-filled hair. I gave him a look. "What? It's true!" he said. I refused to respond and continued washing my hands.
All of a sudden, something strange happened.
The sink to my right, opposite of the side Randy was on, erupted full-blast. I looked over. Nobody was there.
"Did you do that?" Randy asked.
"No..." I replied. A second after my response, the sink next to the running one turned on. Again, nobody was present.
"What the..." Randy said. Then his sink blasted on, an event that stunned him. "I'm getting out of here!" he blurted. He took off towards the door. I continued washing my hands, confused and dazed...
...until my sink's flowing water ended without my consent. Startled, I fled from the scene.
I never returned to that restroom again, and neither did Randy.
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