Slumber Party

There is however, REALLY a small explanation for this. I glanced over the cockroach that was just crawling here and there roaming around around like it was searching for it’s lost son or something. Of course, it wasn’t about the cockroach I was talking about. It was about the weather. It was kind of sunshine outside and just the next minute I heard drops falling from the sky. It was like someone was joking. Of course, a weather CAN’T be like that? It was kind of weird because, I hadn’t plan about the rain and now I was gonna miss the slumber party. No, I can manage it still, if I carry an umbrella with me. I waited for five ‘o clock to struck. It were just five minutes left. But there is something really wrong with clocks. They will actually fool you around waiting for the moment to come as it will take ages. It’s like when we don’t stare at the clock it will move and whenever we stare at it like it’s something hiding from us, it structs really slow. I am not spying, but the clock still knows it. I can’t believe how many spying eyes clocks have that they keep record on every human. Oh for goodness sake’s, What is a clock hiding, anyway? It just sits on the peg striking all day. I picked up my raincoat and boots. And not to forget the umbrella. The umbrella was kind of a very lightweight material. Anyways, I opened the door and God knows what that damn weather blew down over me. It was like a movie. I must have brought on my recorder player to record those striking noises to use. It was pretty difficult for me to push my umbrella as it kept blowing away, and before I knew it, the umbrella ran away from me in a second. I guess, I have got to buy a new umbrella. I pulled on my rain hat further hoping it could also not run away from like the umbrella did. It is annoying going out in rain. I had to held on my hat before I could reach my friend’s house. I rang the doorbell, waited, outside breathing into my coat collar. Someone opened the door and lead me in. I came into the room. I hung my raincoat on the peg. And put up my wet boots just near the peg, on the floor.

I looked for the room and entered it. \"Hi guys\", I said as I sat down on the carpet, near my friend -------.

All of them stared at the vase that was on a small rounded table. The thing I couldn't understand was why all of them were staring at the vase. What was so special about that vase? Maybe it ought to have been hypnotize them.

I probably knew vase staring was common in my country, but, come on! The look on their vases weren’t JUST staring. In fact I could see there was no staring, it was frozen! Their eyes. Their eyes were fixed upon the vase, BUT the look they should was enough to to make some goosebumps rise in me. But then, I also STARTED doing the same thing my friends were doing. Staring. But instead of staring at the vase, I stared at my friends in

horror instead. I think we all needed some therapist but if he/she even comes, I am sure the therapist will get distracted too since I am. Because, I am NEVER hypnotised by someone. After, about thirty minutes of this crazy fiasco, Hells shifted her eyes to me. But I think I WAS busy in my own game. It seemed like ALL of us were busy in our um....\"Hypnotic Session\". And, I, wasn’t one of the victims, but I was actually hypnotised by my friends! It took nearly a minute when I suddenly showed my regulars face to Hells. Then I stared at her like funny for what seemed to be addressing from my face,\"Tell me. Are there ghosts here? And what in the world happens to me friends?!\"

Hells slowly took a piece of paper from nowhere and showed the sign to me. It said:

\"Something’s horrifying about this room. There’s the corner that appeared to be \"Complicated\"\"

The only thing that seemed me horrifying were the look on their faces.

It went like this at first:

When Hells handed me the sign, I knew NOTHING to do with it. So, I did the best I can. I grabbed the nearest permanent marker and write \"Warning!\" In large letters at the top of the sign. I borrowed some sticky tape that was stuck on a paper board and pasted the sign at the bedroom door. So now if anyone passes by our bedroom, he/she will probably know NOT to enter. Hey, this has actually given me an idea! If I could want anyone to keep out anywhere, I could just design a warning sign! Although, I might have to keep after the little kids-I don’t want to scare them away.

That’s when I heard a tiny \"M-E-O-W!\"

Until someone came. And the someone wasn’t even a person. Nope. There were was a cat AND a bird. I knew the name of the cat, it was Demmy, but I don’t know where the bird came from. I haven’t seen a Hells owning a bird. Even if she will, she probably WON’T place it here. She might keep it somewhere safe. I wasn’t surprised to see Hells’s bird there. But a cat hanging around with a bird? Strange. Until the door opened with a loud BANG! I jumped suudenly form this. Sure I know some cats might make friendships with birds. But I didn’t knew a cat could open the door like that. That’s when I imagined a cat with BIG muscles. It was a bit funny, so I giggled at the thought of that. Hells suddenly asked why was I laughing. THANK GOODNESS, she’s alive and not dumb. What can I say? I just answered that this is a joke ending for now or never and we better move on. That’s when Demmy lept into Hell’s lap, turning and sounding like some baby kitten. Seriously, she was behaving like a wild screeching monster at first and now she had turned into a huge mug of chocolate cocoa drink with marshmallows. And what happened to the bird? She had flown away somewhere. Hells exclaimed,\"Get this kitten off me! She’s behaving like a baby. I am busy right now and all she wants is cuddlies coodlos all day!\", She put the kitten out of her bedroom. I felt kind of sorry for that thing. Seeing as it didn’t get to meet us all. I like Demmy. I don’t really have a pet but I do consider her my pet sometimes and I think Hella doesn’t seems to want her anymore so I secretly swoop in her backyard when she’s having her dinner and give her a treat or two. One time Hells caught me and I had to finish it there. But I do sometimes get a chance if I am lucky. I watched Demmy go, sighing a sad \"M-E-O-W....\". I really wanted to take her home with me. But Hells caught my eye and nodded for what seem liked,\"NO!\". I knew why, she really pisses that cat off, but sometimes she turns on her like she had gone from evil to good. She makes it up with her by giving her treats but when Demmy overrealxes herself, Hells really get tired looking at that sight and pushes that cat away. That’s when I decided to ask Hells, though, it may not be a right time to ask. When everybody finally took action they explained me that there were \"Strange\" spiders down at the hole they were staring. That made me sweat. I am scared of small things roaming around. Even if it may be a harmless fly, I still do run try to run away from it. I can’t even stand a fly, let alone the spider. I immediately head through the door to end this and go home. Hells grabbed me by the arm and pulled me down.

I finally gave in, giving her a "you are mad" look. I sighed.