Walking after Midnight

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Posted by Jsberndt (#864) 271 days ago (Editorial)

My name is Ryan, and I still live at home with my parents, my 18th Birthday was a few months back and I am in the middle of finding a place of my own. I’m lazy, un-motivated, and a compulsive procrastinator, and like it this way.

Tonight is the night of Dan’s party. Dan is not one I would call a friend as much as just an acquaintance, but we were invited through a mutual friend and had no intention of passing up the opportunity for free beer. Debbie and Zack had made plans to meet me here at my house and we would carpool there. Debbie is my girlfriend, our relationship just a year old. She is not a booze hound like Zack, my best friend, but she smokes weed like a freight train.

I sat in my recliner and waited.

Debbie was the first one to arrive, she wore a black summer dress just the way I liked, a middle finger to the hot summer sun. Her sunglasses shielded her cashed eyes, and at the same time she was able to make a fashionable statement, she smiled. She was perfect and I was lucky.

“Hey, what ya doing,” she said with both hands placed on her curvy hips.

“Just waiting for you and Zack so we can get our drink on. I don’t know about you but I’m thirsty.” I gave her a wink.

She rolled her eyes and walked past me into the house, sat down in my recliner, pulled the lever and pushed herself back. She closed her eyes. “When is Zack supposed to get here?”

I grabbed a pillow from the couch and nailed her right in the face. She didn’t flinch just fixed her glasses and gave me a slow middle finger. The doorbell rang and Zack walked in before I had a chance to walk over and let him in.

“You guys ready for this?”

Zack’s car is a piece of shit, and I don’t say that loosely, we putted our way three miles west of town toward Dan’s house. When we arrived at the house; small groups of people lingered outside of the house, some laughing, some crying, and some shot-gunning beers. I hate running into people before I have a chance to grab that first beer, I walked past them, imagining myself invisible and it worked, Debbie and Zack fallowed close behind.

The party went as most parties do; drinking, talking, drinking, and hiding from the always belligerent drunk. Hours past and everyone in drunken fashion started to drop like flies, crashing in every corner of the house; the Hotel Dan was open for business. Debbie looked at me with those blood shot eyes of hers and hit the joint she had rolled moments before, “We should get out of here, it’s almost 2 in the morning.”

I agreed, but we had to get Zack. When we finally managed to pull him from a bubbly blonde explaining to him the reason she spends so much on her bras, pushing and pulling cleavage out of the opening in her low cut shirt. He DID NOT want to go. As I pulled him away, he grabbed a boob and she giggled. On the way out I saw a metal vase-like object lying on the floor, I picked it up and noticed there was a name on it, it was a urn. I read the name and the years on the front and placed it back on the ground, I had no clue where its resting place was, and had no intention of asking.

We had all been drinking and there was no way we were going to get in the car and drive. I would much rather walk then spend the night in jail. After we asked around for a ride from the few people who where still standing, we decided a three mile walk wouldn’t kill us. An adventure for three very un-adventurous people.

The pine trees led the path down the moonlit road, we walked side by side. Debbie seemed uneasy, not sure if it was the pot, or the reality of us walking down a deserted road in the middle of the night. All of a sudden from the left, footsteps pulled through leaves in the dense pines. We all stopped and held our breath. The footsteps stopped as well, silent. Slowly we started to walk again and they continued to walk with us once more. Debbie grabbed my arm milking the blood to my fingertips.

She whispered loud enough for both of us to hear. “What is that?”

“I don’t know.”

We walked slower so we might be able to tell where the footsteps where coming from, I estimated a good twenty feet in the woods, as the fall leaves crunched and I became very uneasy.

“Don’t touch.” A voice called from deep in the pines.

“Who’s there?” Zack yelled, as his voice dulled by the trees.

I felt something hit the back of me. I turned quick to see a flaming pine cone spark as it hit the ground. “Don’t touch.” I rubbed the back of my shirt to make sure no coals lingered. I stomped on it, “what the hell is going on?” For the life of me I couldn’t understand why or where they had came from. The woods let out another ghostly whisper, “Don’t touch.” We picked up speed as we continued down the road. The voice came again and we started running; we had two miles left and we where going to get there as fast as possible.

I thought back to the Urn in Dan’s house and wondered if I had managed to piss off some evil spirit, and it had came back to haunt us, or me.. As we ran I looked back and more flaming pine cones hit the road, they came in spurts.

We came around a bend in the road where a 1979 baby blue Ford Thunderbird blocked the only path. We slowed to a walk and skeptically made our way to the car. The windows where fogged over and it didn’t look like anyone was in the passenger seat. As we got closer, we caulked our heads to the side like a pack of confused dogs, and tried to see in. A hand slapped on the window, pulling the fog down to drops of water. Debbie jumped back tripping over her left foot and fell to the ground. I reached down to help her up not taking my eyes from the car, at that moment the window slowly started to roll down. In the drivers seat a dark figure pointed its finger at Zack.

“Don’t touch… my girlfriend’s boobs.”

Dan put the car in gear and drove off, as I’m sure he chuckled all the way back to his house... (Editorial)

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