I won't lie. I hate Monday's. Who doesn't? Usually I wake to Ashely's iPhone Bing. Today it didn't come and so I'm sluggish. I stayed up studying my star chart which was really a tough one. I'm either supposed to avoid a tall dark stranger or I'll meet a tall dark stranger. Either way, I've got my eye on looking for tall people today. I guess wether I avoid them or try to start a convo will depend on how they look!

Both my mom and dad leave early on Mondays. It's the only day I'm supposed to get up and out of the house on my own which sounds easy, except it never is. Especially days like today where the weather is dark and stormy. The grey clouds are thick and it looks like late afternoon. By the time I manage to get my head out of the covers it's already 7:30 and I'm too late to be on time. Plus walking to school in the rain is cruel and unusual punishment.

I know it will cost me to stay home. A week without my phone. (That's the deal I agreed to I was 12!!! And my phone was basically a flip phone) But today it seems totally worth it. I check one more time, no text from Ashley whose probably sitting in Mr. French's class staring out the window wondering where I am. I send her a quick "I hate Monday" text and snuggle deeper in the blankets.

When I look at the clock again it's 9;40 and I've missed both first and second hour. No big loss in my mind. I've missed Math and English, neither of which I'll ever use in my lifetime.  My accountant will take care of my giant piles of money when I'm YouTube famous and I don't think pop culture stars need perfect grammar or punctuation!!

The storm is winding down and although it's still dark and drizzling I feel better after having gotten a few extra hours. I text my mom at work and tell her I have a headache and will be heading home at lunch. That way, I won't be caught for skipping morning classes and can keep my phone! It's pretty genius.

I stumble down to the kitchen and put myself a glass of o.j. while waiting for a bagel. As I'm buttering and layering cream cheese I get my laptop set up for a marathon of "The Fosters". It's definitely a day to binge Netflix while lounging.

Out of the corner of my eye I see a shadow cross the living room. My hair stands on end and I laugh at myself. It's a dark and rainy day and I'm such a girl trying to freak myself out being home alone! I group text Ashley, Mariah and Ellington and and tell them to bail at lunch and head over.

After breakfast I head to the shower with a bit of old school Radiohead. As the music plays I get under the hot water dreaming of my impending fame. As I'm belting out the chorus, soap running down my arms, fingers messaging my scalp as I wash my hair, the lights go out.

I let loose a string of swear words and hope it isn't my mom home early playing a prank for me missing school. The bathroom door is ajar and the steam swirls around blurring the room.  I can't very well go check on anything naked with soap suds dripping from my head so I finish rinsing my hair and throw it up in a towel. The music continues playing but I'm. I no longer jamming out.  As I rinse the leftover soap from my skin, for the first time I wish the iPhone would have gone out with the power so at least I could listen for an intruder.

My mind goes through all the cliche shower scene deaths and I scold myself out loud.

"This is no way to show what you're made of!   Step up your game!"

I feel a cool breeze and hear the click of the bathroom door. Getting out of the shower I dry off faster than a Karashian marriage and throw on some Juicy sweats. I grab my iPhone and stop the music. Listening at the door for any abnormal sounds I grab onto a can of Aqua Net hairspray. I know from personal experience this can not only blur your vision and make you blind, it hurts like hell. (But it does hold your hair amazing for hours!).

Clicking the light switch in the hall does nothing. I dread it, but realize I'm going to have to make an unfortunate trip to the basement of doom to check the fuse box. I throw on my slippers and put the flashlight on my phone and the can of Aqua Net in the waistband of my pants so I can hold the phone and the railing. With slow cautious steps I make my way below.

I've never liked basements but ours is especially creepy. It's unfinished and mostly used to store old boxes of crap. You can find everything from my dads first typewriter to boxes of my old barbies down here.

I head toward the fuse box in back of the laundry room following my little iPhone illuminated circle. Suddenly I get a chill and with my next step, my feet trip over something solid. I sprawl out on the floor and my phone goes skidding across the floor flashlight side down (of course!!). I stay still for a minute catching my breath and cursing my dad for leaving crap laying along the middle of the floor! 

When I feel around for what I tripped on, there's nothing in my immediate area and I wonder how far I must have launched not to be able to feel what tripped me. I reach my hands around in the blackness trying to find my phone. I feel the tip of a dress shoe, and just as I'm about it pat it, it slides out of reach. Something warm touches my cheek and everything in me tells me to jump up screaming and run, but unfortunately nothing is telling my body how.

I start silently panting, feeling tears forming in my eyes. I think of "The Blair Witch" movie, right now I know exactly how that poor girl feels standing in the corner waiting to die.  I feel pressure on the back of my head and suddenly as if I'm compelled to look up, feel my neck start to burn with pressure. I tell myself I'm being insane, I'm in my own basement!  But just in case I grab the Aqua Net and spray a large circle around my head.

I scramble to my knees and knock over something large and hear glass shatter. I crawl forward with my hands sprawled in front of me searching for my phone when I hear thumps on the floor above me.

"Hello, you home?"  A voice rings out from the silence.

It's Ashley!!  I squeal with joy and start screaming my head off! 

"I'm in the basement, use your flashlight! Come get me please!"

I hear thumps and rustling which seem to be right behind me and then the sound of the girls giggling as they race down the stairs.

"What the hell are you doing in the floor?"  Mariah asks from above me.

"Apparently role playing the Blair Witch Project".  I say with a smirk and a shrug.

Ashely holds her hands out to lift me up and we find my phone under a cabinet on the left. We find the fuse box and flip the switch back into place and I finally see light shining from upstairs. As we head back to the stairs to raid the kitchen, I glance around for the shoes I felt while laying on the floor being an idiot. The closest thing I can see is my dads old golf bag. It doesn't even look like shoes and is far from the middle of the floor. Boy, I've really got to get my imagination under control! 

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A/N:
Seems like someone is just slippery enough to have skirted trouble...... This time.
Was it imagination?
Is Slendy trying to get to first base? Or collect another kill?