Around the Fire; It's a Story from TM87
it's my first post and do I have a treat for you.
Ya boy Swagger found an old draft of a short story he wrote back in 2010 ('11? '12?), in a time where we thought Vine would outlast Facebook and yoga pants were still fashionable. Having only read the first page of seven, I've convinced myself that the rest of this shit is literary gold and, through some coercing, have decided to post it up unfiltered for your authentic critique.
I repeat, I have not read past the first page in over 8 (7? 6?) years. There is no telling where this story goes. This is essentially a read along, word to Drizzy.
All Hallows Eve
With effort, Melanie shut the door on the last trick-or-treater of the night. He had been lucky and scooped up the last bits of chocolate in Melanie’s basin. Tired, but satisfied, she turned the lock on the door, flipped the porch light off, and headed back towards the living room to enjoy the rest of her Halloween night without the interruption of costumed children.
Waiting for Melanie on her couch was her good friend Halle. With her arms crossed and feet propped up on the coffee table, she looked deathly bored. The heavily tinted glasses she was wearing hid her eyes, but her body language was more than telling.
“Is that it, Mel?” Halle asked.
“Yup, that’s it. No more candy, no more kids.”
“Great! Now, let’s get ready for the party!”
As always, there was a Halloween party being held in celebration of the spooky festivities. It was a school affair; everyone who was anyone was expected to be there. Though this included the both of them, Melanie had not been in much of a mood to party as she had a midterm coming up in the next couple of days. And of course would be better off studying. The night was strangely dark and cloudy creating such an eerie mood to the point where Melanie was dead set to not go outside that night. But Halle was adamant about her going to the party and Melanie conceded after much nagging.
“Okay, yea. Follow me upstairs. I need to get ready.”
Quickly, Halle jumped off of the couch towards the main hall. She was climbing up the steps, leaving Melanie by her lonesome as she made her way to the staircase. Melanie was sure to switch off the lights she passed on her way towards the stairway. Her mother was always on her back for keeping unused lights on. It racked up the bills; bills her mother did not want to pay if she did not have to. As she turned off the last set of lights by the stairs, it left the whole floor in a blanket of darkness. It was unsettling. She was not afraid of the dark, but the aura left her rattled. She quickly scampered up the steps to join her friend.
“Do you think I should bother wearing these glasses?”
Halle had taken off the dark shades she had around her eyes and had begun inspecting them.
“I mean, it’s gotten sort of dark since earlier. They look cool, but they’d be useless now.”
“We’re going to a Halloween party,” Melanie responded. “Keep them; they’ll serve as a costume….of sorts.”
Costumes weren’t mandatory for the party. People were welcome to arrive in whatever outfits they could muster, but it was understood that full-fledged costumes were constricting. You were better suited coming in something light, such as a mask, fake devil ears, or even dark sunglasses. Melanie, however, did not want to do anything for that matter. She had not planned on going to the party and subsequently had no form of costume prepared. A regular party-going outfit would have to do.
Halle placed the glasses back on her face. She stood up from the bed and strolled across to the window. She leaned forward, resting her arms on the window pane and gazed outside. It had become almost pitch black outside. Looking upwards Halle could see the only source of light quickly being consumed by the clouds. She twitched, and then directed her gaze over to Melanie and the mirror she was attending to.
“Your make-up is off there…”
In front of the mirror cabinet stood Melanie, fixing her outfit to the best of her ability. She had to look good, even if she didn’t want to go tonight. She evened out her concealer over the area marked by Halle then went to her hair. After some quick thought, however, she decided to leave her hair untidy. The messy look gave it more style. It was fitting.
THUNK!!
There was a loud impact noise followed by a softer bang. Melanie, startled, looked over to the other side of the room to see Halle sprawled out on the floor. She was a few feet away from the window, holding her wrist, cringing in pain. The dark glasses she had been wearing had found themselves on the floor metres away from Halle. One of the lenses had been knocked out. Where it had landed was a mystery. Confused, Melanie ran towards her friend and knelt beside her.
“What happened?!” She asked, “What was that noise?”
“Something flew into the window!”
“What flew into the window?” Melanie directed her gaze towards the glass. There was a miniscule chip dead center. A few cracks had extended from the dent, lengthening the impression.
“I don’t know, but it…it sent me flying back and—“
She cried out in pain. She held her wrist with her good hand and reeled in agony. Melanie could already see that her limb was swelling; she watched it begin to turn red as her pulse became visible from the throbbing of her hand. It might have even been broken. Melanie grimaced for the both of them. She stood up and offered her hand to Halle. Slowly, she grabbed onto Mel. They worked together to get Halle onto Melanie’s bed, where again she cried out. Melanie did not like this at all.
“I think your wrist is broken.”
More screams.
“Calm down. It’s okay.”
She was writhing.
“…Oh my God.”
Melanie got off the bed, pacing back and forth across the room. What a way to start the night; a night she did not want any involvement in. The handing out of candy was only put upon her from her mother before she left. She loved the Halloween customs, but had thrown it upon Melanie to complete this year. She seemingly had other obligations. Not to mention the night was horrid. Very early on the sky was giving away to darkness. Melanie had thought it would end up raining, with a chance of thunder and lightning. It would have fit the Halloween archetype perfectly. But bad weather was not in the forecast. The night was just strangely gloomy. In fact, Melanie could barely see anything outside by merely gazing at her window. She strolled towards it.
The damage on the window was subtle, but substantial. From the inside of the window Melanie could see that the outside had been chipped off. The cracks streaming from the impact site were long and jagged, forming a pseudo-spider web form against the dark backdrop of the night.
She looked past it onto the world outside. Empty. There was no hint of a soul outside. No cars on the roads. No trick-or-treaters knocking on doors. Nothingness. Her focus went back to the blemish on the window. She pondered to herself.
What could have hit the window at such a high speed to cause the crack?
Moans trailed from the bed. Melanie collected herself, forgetting about her friend in need. She went back to her side. She was going to have to call someone. Halle was clearly in a significant amount of pain. If her arm was broken, it would need medical attention immediately. But she did not want to risk calling an ambulance for something that could be a mere sprain. They certainly were not going to the party tonight. Melanie wasn’t too sure whether to be joyous or not.
“Let me call my mother,” Halle coughed out. She was strong; she did not cry even though the throbbing in her hand was unbearable. “Then I can decide the next step.”
“Where is your phone?”
“I think I left it downstairs, on the coffee table.”
Thunk. Thunk Th-thunk!
In quick succession there came the sound of four concussive hits from downstairs, followed by a deafening silence. The girls looked at one another. They were shaken.
The girls sat atop the bed, closely together. They faced the door standing ajar showing the lightless hallway. They could not recall whether the door had been open before the onslaught of noises downstairs. Whatever had just happened, it had set the girls’ minds afar. Halle looked over at Melanie.
“You need to get my phone, Mel.”
“…Seriously?”
“Yes.”
“Why not use mine?”
“You don’t have my mom’s number, and I don’t know it by heart…”
Halle had Melanie by the neck.
“We’ll call someone else.”
“Sure. An ambulance.”
Melanie peered into Halle’s eyes; she seemed to know that calling 911 was not at the top of her priorities. And as much as Melanie wanted to suggest to Halle that she was still fully capable of retrieving the phone, it would not be in good taste. She got off the bed. Briskly, she walked towards the door, opened it wider and stepped into the hall. The light from her bedroom provided a small dose of illumination.
“Be quick.” Halle called to her.
She replied with a finger to her lips, signaling her to be quiet. They were still not positive of what had made those sounds. Whether something had fallen and caused a domino effect or whether someone, or something, had found its way inside the house. They had counted four or five noises. Whatever it was, Melanie would be the one to find out. She walked slowly towards the stairwell, out of view from Halle. As she arrived at the landing, she peered over the rail to the first floor.
Darkness.
Backing up, she headed towards the first step and flipped the light switch on the wall. It shed light on her immediate area, as well as the foot of the stairwell. She quickly trotted down the steps, taking care to not make any bold noises. She softly put her last foot to the bottom landing. Peering across the main hall into the living room, she could see the faint outline of the coffee table and what she thought was Halle’s cellular. She sprinted into the space, her eyes adjusting to the dull light in the room and confirming her thoughts. She bent down and picked up the phone. Then, inexplicably, her sights were directed to her left, towards the large window on the front of the house. Near the center were two identical, albeit larger, dents to the one found on her window upstairs.
She fumbled with the phone as she recoiled in shock. Melanie’s heartbeat was speeding up. She could feel it. The vivid image of Halle’s hand was in her mind, but she pictured that in her chest. The markings on the glass in front of her were throwing her for a loop.
She struggled to stand up. From where she stood, the dents were reminiscent of the spider web shape to the one upstairs. They, too, stood out against the black backdrop. The difference in size was the only thing that was off; these were significantly larger than the one found upstairs. It was nerve-wracking. Melanie then had a thought: there were two cracks here….
There were two or three more somewhere else.
She quickly turned around and made haste towards the kitchen. The whole bottom floor was dark, except for the stairway light. It provided dim lighting to the adjacent rooms but was no help in the further regions.
As she entered the kitchen, she directed her gaze immediately to the window above the kitchen sink. With no light, artificial or natural, it was hard to see anything at all. But, dead center on the glass, a faint spider web outline could be seen. Melanie gave a shrill shriek. Her breathing increased. Her pace quickened. She walked out of the kitchen backwards, but tripped and fell as she bumped into the frame of the entrance. The phone escaped her grasp and slid away into perpetual darkness. She patted her surroundings, hoping to find it, but had no such luck. She stood up and tried to find the light switch, but for some reason could not pinpoint it. She was shaken; there were one or two other cracked windows in her house, but she had no intention of finding them. She was going to head back upstairs to Halle. Then call someone to come to the house. But she needed to find the phone. And fast. She began to panic.
A loud, deafening scream came from the top floor. Halle was screaming out Melanie’s name.
In shock, she gave up the search for the phone and maneuvered her way back towards the main hall. There she quickly ran up the flight of stairs, heart pounding, down the top landing, and into her room. There, on her bed, frozen in fear, was Halle. Her body was directed towards the window, her expression one of absolute horror. Her hand was visibly throbbing beyond reasonable measures now.
Slowly, Melanie directed her own gaze towards the window. There, hovering in the darkness was the smiling face of a Halloween mask. The cloaked figure that it belonged to – unidentified…
Who convinced me back then that I was slick with that ending? smh, why this so wordy? Why didn't I use Mel instead of Melanie countless times? If I ever hear or see a Melanie in real life, they getting a swift chop to the throat. Damn.
That said, if EL James can make billys off of some Twilight fan fiction, I clearly got the next best thing. Get Penguin House on the phone.
