Bloody Hell!

"Smile, even on the bad days. Learn to be happy even when things don't go your way."

An over-weight, gawky adult with rapture brown eyes, and simple features such as plain lips and a smooth brown complexion, lay sunken on the bed. It was a starless, black night, with no clouds hinting to appear soon. My wild neighbors performed the virtuous, unthinkable task of keeping silent for the night. I would've been grateful if they performed this extraordinary challenge some other today, but today was not the day. Though, I was grateful enough to not disregard the generosity of my other neighbors who kept their front-yard light switched on; but still, did not satisfy my need to uplift the opaqueness of my room a.k.a the devil's dungeon.

I stared into the blackness concealed within the walls of this commodious room. It was hapless of me to have watched a horror movie a few moments ago, and now I couldn't sleep. The rays of light which were shown in my room were a beacon of hope at first, but now they were revealing a terrifying reality- I could sense something moving from the corner of my eye. A grey mist of some sort.

It was doom's day! I was gone for sure. The evil entity surrounding me must've devoured the taste of my soul for long to spawn today in feverish haste right in the corner of my room! I couldn't think more, and I couldn't move more than a mere two inches when I let a low murmur of calling out for help. Oh no! Something worse happened; I watched it glide to the other side of my room. It could move! Fear shook every strand of hair on my body, the worst, morbid scenario ever. I yanked at my blanket and threw it at the mist. No time to waste! I was quick in my steps and leaped to freedom. I screamed at the top of my lungs and saw the dazzling pupils of 6 people looking at me in a concerned way.

OH! hahahahahhahaha... I knew who these people were! They were my father's colleagues. My mother's jaw had dropped in horror, as she held the serving tray with one hand and a hot, steaming kettle in the other. My father quickly grasped the kettle from mother's hand, as he turned to stare at my fretful state. "Oh dear." Was the first remark I heard. "Come sit with us." Was the other. I saw no reason as why not to and sat next to one of the guests. My father eyed my mother, and they eyed me altogether. How was I to know that one of the so-called colleagues was my father's boss?