Man I had a good dream for the first in a long-ass time.
So I was living in an apartment somewhere in the UK. I was hanging out around my work place down town and ran into this pretty girl around my age. She had cute hips, black hair a little to her neck and pretty brown eyes. I started to talk to her as a friend and eventually told me that she was still living at her parents, which wasn't too odd at the age, but I told her she could live with me for the time, since I just hired an apartment. She said she would like to, but couldn't as she has been getting stalked by someone dangerous for years. I told her she had nothing to worry about, and that the offer still stood.
She accepted it, and everything went fine for a while, until that stalker guy started appearing. The only significant points I can remember was the last- and second last time. The second last time was when the girl wasn't home, but I was. He was in the house with a weapon, and I managed to get out of the house with just a cut on my arm.
This is where it starts getting weird. Police had been involved and looked around the house for anything that he could have left. Nothing was found, so that was useless. The cops were only there to help because it was a home invasion anyways, not because of him being a stalker.
Fast forward for a while, I notice something in the hallway, between the two doors that lead to me and my friend's bedroom. On the wooden ceiling was a small hole, and around it were outlines, it was obviously a trapdoor to the attic, but I didn't know apartments came with an attic? We were at the top of the building, which could've made it possible, I guess. Nonetheless, I went up there to check it out. For some reason I expected maybe some stuff I could sell online that was left there by the past owners of this apartment, but I found nothing in the dark, wood-rot smelling room but a dusty, shaggy towel, which I assumed was just a carpet, and a, with food remnants covered plate.
For some reason, my first thought was that the previous owners must have kept their dog up there, if it was ever an annoyance down stairs. I shrugged it off, and called my friend to tell her about the sweet-ass bar and jacuzzi we were going to install in the new room we found (Jokingly, of course). She didn't enjoy the joke as much as I did, however.
Eventually my friend came home from her work, we had dinner and eventually rolled off into bed. I had some struggles with sleeping that night, which I appreciated the morning after. Whilst I was angrily grunting that I've already rolled around, being unable to sleep for 2 hours since I went to bed, I heard a noise, more-so a *thud*. If I didn't find the attic earlier that day, I wouldn't have been suspicious of it. After all, as a starting programmer, the apartment was cheap enough for me to afford, and I assumed walls weren't thick.
I laid there for about five seconds, thinking about the noise, until it hit me. The shaggy towel was not from a previous owner's dog, and the plate with food remnants still on it even more-so couldn't be from a previous owner, without it looking all moldy.
I got out of bed quietly, not trying to let what I thought was up there be aware of me. As I walked from my room to my friend's room, I had to walk under the trapdoor, and I swear I saw light emit from the small hole. The thought of him being on his phone was the first to seep into my mind, followed by worse, but I quickly focused on getting my friend and I out of here. I softly opened the door, trying not to have it squeak. Luckily my friend was still vast asleep. I gently woke her up, and let her know that we had to get out of here, the reason would come later. She said ok, and got up. I told her I'd be right behind her, and that I had to do something before I left.
When she came exited the apartment, I went back into my room and grabbed my phone. I put it on the bookshelf I had at the end of the hallway, in front of the trapdoor. I put it on record, and left the apartment as well.
We stayed in a hotel for that night, and the next morning we came back home. Everything was still fine, like nothing ever happened. I quickly checked the phone for the footage. And what I found was - well, shocking. But I expected it. It was hard to see in the dark, but the noises gave it away more than it needed to. Someone was living in the attic.
The sounds of the stairs rolling down was heard, along with footsteps. He must've done something in the house and gone back up.
This is where my writing skill can not save this spoopy story.
I figured the best way to settle this, and started working on getting the supplies for it later that day.
Fast forward to me and my friend standing in the living room, facing the hallway. She didn't know what I had done, so she was skeptical. I told her quietly to go along with what I was about to say, and to do it loudly. "Would you like to go out to work for a little bit?!" I said loudly, followed by her loudly agreeing with "Yeah! That sounds like a great idea?!".
I grabbed my phone and turned on an custom application with zeekyboogydoo as icon. A 5 minute timer started. I showed it to my friend and gestured to the door. "Don't forget your coat and let's go!" I said loudly, as we both walked out the door, and slammed it shut. The timer was on 4 minutes now, and we quickly rushed down the stairs and out of the apartment. We continued walking down the sidewalk, away from the apartment. Eventually the timer reached half a minute, and I told her to stop. I showed her the timer on the phone again, and she asked what it was. "You don't know zeekyboogydoo?" I asked her. She shrugged. "Zeeky is a bomb" I said with a smile.
The timer was on 10 seconds as she turned around, facing the apartment. I turned around shortly after her. I held the timer in front of us, and as it reached from three to zero, the phone played the zeeky sound effect. A split second after, an explosion was seen across the street, above the roofs of the other houses. As we weren't too far away, debri could be seen getting launched by the explosion. The sight was a pretty one, but not as pretty as the moment I looked down and saw my friend holding my hand.
That wraps up my cheeki breeki dream story. :^)
Ignoring that last part, should I write short spoopy stories? I enjoy them.
Edit:
I also really struggled not making this into an Open the door, get on the floor, everybody do the dinosaur joke.
