House Arrest
A person was sitting in a room, which had a camera on the table in front of him. A ray of light suddenly beamed at the person’s face. The person wore typical black colored jock clothing. He had a healed bruise mark on his left eye.
“Hey, lower the light will you?“ he asked as he was covering his eyes from the light.
The light lowered.
"Deckard,“ a voice started. ”Didn’t you have a reason why you came here in the first place.”
“I have, but you making this feels like a police interrogation.“, he said.
"It’s documentary styled, you know that right?“ the voice said. ”Can we start now?"
“Alright, uh, short intro, name’s Deckard, friends calls me Deck for short, I’m 18,“, he waved at the camera, “And, uh, I really don’t know how to tell the story, but I’ll try since I got used to storytelling at school anyways.”
It was the middle of summer, and my family went out on a road trip, which I couldn’t follow, well, due to of this tracker on my leg. Yeah I got in trouble at school, saved someone from getting bullied, but school system thought I was the one bullying.
Anyways, that meant I was home alone, couldn’t really get out of the house because of the tracker. Adding that, my sleep schedule was really messed up during that time, I go to sleep and wake up at any time of the day.
It was 8 in the evening, I took a nap when the alarm on the side table was beeping loudly. I turned it off and tried going back to sleep again, but I got up immediately. I turned on the radio near the alarm to just listen to some tunes, but it was screeching harshly that I immediately turned it off.
I got up and walked to my table, where there was a book on it. It was homework, but felt I needed to get something to eat to replenish my energy.
So I exited the room, where my phone beep, it was a text message from my mother, she wrote that I shouldn’t order anything since there was leftover sandwiches in the fridge. I’d also read the text message sent by my friend, James, who I wrote to him that I should call Dan for a sleepover. James wrote that he might have plans with his girlfriend.
Though before going downstairs, I went to my parents room, where I looked out from the window. However, I did saw a strange man standing nearby. I couldn’t get a clear look but he was strangely observing at the house. I thought he saw me, but the man than walked away.
I was a bit skeptical, but forgot about it. I exited the room, where I walked downstairs. I went to the kitchen, where I took the sandwiches from the fridge. I was about to go watch some TV, when I felt a cold breeze sweep through me. I went to the source of the wind, when I saw a door which was opened. I sprinted at the door and closed it. I was more skeptical.
I went back to the living room, where I tried to enjoy the sandwich while watching a quick TV program, but I felt something came down through my spine.
I finished the sandwich, so I washed up and went back upstairs, where I sat and started my homework. As I was writing, James texted me, which he wrote that something had come up, and couldn’t come, so I jokingly replied that I’m just gonna go to sleep.
It was 12 in the morning after I’ve finally finished my homework. I put it aside, where I immediately got on my bed, where I closed my eyes.
I woke up again, where it was 1 in the morning, where my throat felt dry. I went downstairs to get a cold water. I opened the fridge, where I got a cold energy drink, which I opened the cap and drank from the lid. I threw it into a bin.
I went back upstairs, where I entered my room again. I was about to go to sleep, when my phone beeped again, it was from my mother who texted me along with a picture. However, when I opened it, my mother sent me a picture of someone right outside the door, she was scared and concerned.
I had an image in my head that it might’ve been the same person who observed my house earlier, so I took my baseball bat from the closet, where I thought I could knock the guy out. I went downstairs, but my phone beeped again, my mother told me not to answer the door.
I knew I was too scared to open the door, so I darted back upstairs to my room, where I hid under the bed. I remained like that until the doorbell ranged, my phone beeped again, I read it and my mother wrote that it was the neighbor across the street. However, she did wrote that I should arm myself, which I did.
So I got out from under the bed, where I then exited the room. I was about to go downstairs when my parents room opened, where there was a shadow coming from inside.
I was at that moment where I felt a rush of adrenaline. I was about to go down the stairs, when the man from the room attacked me. I dodged the man’s knife, I followed it up by strongly striking him with the bat, which snapped.
The man, he was bleeding from his head, fall back the stairs, where I could hear bones breaking. I then heard sirens from the distance, so I went downstairs, where I passed the unconscious man, there was a pool of blood coming from the head.
I opened the door, where it was the neighbor. He was astonished when he saw the man. I saw that the police had arrived.
“Well, that’s how my story ended,“ Deckard said. “My family got home on Monday, where they comforted me. At school, well, long story short, everyone wanted to talk to me about the experience and, uh, I did, and they didn’t believe. Yeah, from what I remembered, the man IS still alive, just had a watchful eye and recovering at the hospital.”
"Well, Deck, pretty impressed by your storytelling skills,“ the voice said. ”I’m sorry that you might feeling traumatic telling this."
“Don’t worry, I’m pretty chill right now, yeah, I got into writing and baseball team, feels great,“ he told him.
"I see. Well Deck, looks we’re at the end and I’m ending the documentary styled podcast series, The Horror Stories. Signing off,“ the voice ended.
“Wait?! How am I gonna get out of here?“ he realized.
