Wednesday September 22nd, 2010 Early Evening.
The Rodriguez Residence
Randy lay, tossing and turning in his bed while a horrible dream continued to plow through his brain. He was standing in the middle of a darkened room, with only a single spotlight shining down a distance away from him. His brain was unable to process a single thought to help him solve this dilemma of the ongoing nervousness. Despite the pounding in his chest and head, he began to take a few steps towards the light. There was a faint whining in the background, bouncing off of the seemingly invisible walls. It made him jump, as he jerked his head around at a poor attempt to locate the noise's origin.
He had no success, so he decided to press onward, despite the rapidity of his heart. The light appeared to be miles away, but Randy knew it couldn't be. It felt as if it was right there, nearly feet away from him. Then why did it feel like he was walking for miles? His legs were already aching as he began to pick up the pace. He was now fast walking, feeling sweat beginning to form on his brow and neck. Another whimper vibrated around the blackened room. At this point paranoia began setting in, forcing him to pick up the pace. He was now jogging towards the light, which still felt so far away. He hastened his breathing, when the whimper sounded once more.
It was as if it was directly behind him. Fear was the only emotion that coursed through him like a raging bull. So he broke into a dead sprint, running as fast as his legs would permit him too. The light was almost there, Randy could feel a slight heat emitting from it. Yes, let me enter your warm embrace! All of his thoughts screamed this as he got closer. When he was about to enter the light, the whimpering came to a dead halt. He was beyond fear now, his ears perking up to try and trace a single noise in the distance. The silence was worse than the crying, he prayed something would just make at least one sound. All around him the ground started to shake violently, staggering him a bit. Both knees were bent in preparedness for whatever horrifying thing would come next.
The shaking just intensified as time went on, making it harder and harder for Randy to stay upright. All he had to do was enter the light, something told him walking into it would put an end to all of this. He tried to move, but his legs would not comply to his brain's commands. It was as if they were separated from the nervous system; developing a mind of their own. Though he continued to try and move his feet, failure seemed imminent. The shaking was in full blow now, nearly replicating an earthquake. Shutting his eyes tightly, and with a huge lunge, Randy detached his feet from the black floor. His entire body went flying into the aura; the moment he was illuminated, warmth spread throughout him.
He could still see the darkness surrounding that area, threatening to even swallow the angelic light whole. It was scary just looking at the abyss from a different perspective. He did not want to be thrust back into it. Sure enough, the light around him was beginning to shrink, evaporating like fog in an early spring morning. He clutched his chest, watching as the light was beginning to close in on his feet. His left arm was in the darkness, which felt so much colder now.
The light flickered, making him look up. The spotlight was dimming and jolting. Please don't go out; please don't go out. Seconds later, the light flickered and then it was gone. Randy lowered his head, staring directly in front of him, or at least what he thought that direction was. He began to shiver, wrapping both arms around his chest. His body was so cold at this point that he didn't know what to do. He was beginning to feel stinging in his eyes, followed with wet streams dripping down his cheeks. I just want to go home. Please, just let me go. Out of nowhere, a rushing sound, like wind blowing, roared at the opposite end of the darkness.
It was like an enormous tornado, tearing through a vast forest. All of Randy's hair billowed around, whipping his face from time to time. At a poor attempt, he held a hand out to try and shield the wind from his face and strained to see what was ahead. Suddenly, the whistling stopped; all Randy could hear was ringing in both ears. The ringing stopped almost as fast as it started. And then, There's the silence again. What the hell? He kept walking forward, despite the paralyzing fear that taunted him so.
Nothing could've prepared him for the disturbing thing that would come next. An ear piercing scream billowed from a distance, echoing loudly off of the unseen walls. Randy covered his ears, trying to block out the horrendous yells. It was a woman, an older woman. She doesn't sound too old to me, but the voice is recognizable. After what felt like an eternity, the screaming halted to a blissful stop.
He was able to recompose himself, but only for a short while. Just as fast as the screaming ended, it started all over again. Randy spotted a light to his right which immediately felt promising to him. His first instinct was to uproot himself and sprint as fast as he could, over towards it, like he did only a few minutes ago. When he took a turn towards it however, the screaming intensified. It was so loud that his ears were beginning to bleed. It was only second before the petrifying yells brought him to his knees. He stared at what he thought was the ground, with his eyes closed tight. What came next, was as scary if not, scarier than the screaming itself. It was the screams, followed by disturbing gagging sounds.
Out of nowhere, a loud horn followed suit, along with an even brighter pair of lights. The site before him nearly made him feint in an instant. A tractor trailer was heading his way; he shielded his eyes, watching as it began to turn abruptly. There was a screech of tires and a sickening sound of something hard, shearing in half. The last thing that Randy heard was the sound of ambulance sirens, blaring off into the distance. When he stood up, his eyes were shut once more. I need to wake up. Please, Randy, wake... UP! When they opened, he was gazing up at his bedroom ceiling.
"God, what time is it?" He turned to his right, looking over at the door. Something caught his attention though. There, taped to the wood was a tiny note. Randy flipped the blankets off of himself, rubbed his eyes and then got up to take a look at it. He figured it was his mom, because she was the only other person who lived in the house. But when he got closer, the handwriting was unrecognizable. It was a girl's penmanship, he knew that much. When he snatched the tiny piece of paper off, he went and sat on the edge of his bed.
It read: Dear Randy, your mother let me into your room, just momentarily, so I could leave this note. There's something we should talk about, and I want to do it in person. Swing by my house whenever you get up; I'll drive you to the destination. I hope to see you soon!
With Care,
-Kolleen
As his eyes scanned and re-scanned the note, his hands began to shake. "What does she want?" He figured it was important, so he set the note on his bedside table. That was when he noticed the time. The clock displayed the numbers, 4:25 P.M. "Jesus! I've been asleep all day?! Sorry lord!" Quickly, Randy ran over to his dresser and yanked out an outfit. He decided he would wear black jeans and a long sleeved, blue shirt. Before he left however, he deodorized and sprayed himself with some axe. Not satisfied by his appearance, he ran a comb through his hair at least a dozen times.
Just the fact that Kolleen was in his room, and gave him a note, without waking him up; that made his heart skip a beat. He tidied up his collar to the best of his abilities, and then yanked his bedroom door open. The exact moment he stepped foot outside of his room, however, the lightheartedness stopped and everything felt oddly cold. A shiver ran down his spine, but he figured maybe his mom just left the thermostat on too low. When he got to it, beside the stairs, it was set to 70 degrees.
"Why's it so cold then?" He shook this thought from his mind and sprinted down the stairs a couple steps at a time. He did not need to worry about this somewhat inconvenience; it was probably a small draft. What worried Randy the most was the fact that he couldn't find his mom. Normally, she would be in the kitchen, either sipping coffee, or preparing dinner. Sometimes it was a combination of both. Despite all this, he shook this bad thought from his mind and prepared for what Kolleen had in store for him. With a big smile on his face, Randy grabbed the doorknob and wrenched it open, feeling the evening air caress his very skin.