The New Gods Of Central New York
“You’ll find out at the meeting,” Jack interrupted, his grin seemed to grow wider.
I began to feel like I had grabbed a power line. I jumped to my feet with the intention of asking them to leave, but Malik hopped up quickly too and gave me this heavy death stare. As he did, the tingling began to go away.
“Don’t do it,” Malik said in a deep, booming voice.
I slowly sat down and muttered that I would be there. Jack put his hand on my knee before he and Malik both got up and began walking towards my door. But Jack stopped in the doorway and looked back, still grinning.
“Make sure you wear your Sunday best,” he said, his lisp that was very faint earlier was much more prominent.
But Jack stood in the doorway for a second, it looked like he was holding the door for someone. That’s when I felt an extremely cold draft quickly pass through me. Once it did, Jack finally shut my door. I know I should’ve called the police, but I was too scared to. I quit cleaning and spent the rest of the day watching Netflix. Around 8 PM, I went upstairs and reluctantly got my only grey suit ready for the next day. While I was ironing my suit, I felt something brush the back of my neck. I freaked out, but I didn’t see anything, so I assumed it was a bug.
I hopped into bed around 10. The whole day just felt so surreal and I wanted to sleep it all away. But as soon as I got comfortable, I heard a scraping sound out in the hallway. At this point, I was more pissed than scared, so I stormed to my door and screamed into the hallway. But I really wish I didn’t.