THE STREET LIGHTS
It was a cold november night. T was staying the night at
my friend Daniels for some Battle Field 3 and GTA 5.
It was 11: 03 pm when we were on omegle trying to get some
boobs. T looked out; the window. T always hated Daniels
neighborhood. Its only light was produced by these creepy
orange street lights unevenly scatters around the vacant
streets. Something caught my eye. A white van was parked
next to one of the neighboring houses. A man dressed in
all black was propped against it, watching us. "check this
guy out", T nudged Dan as he skipped the next fat girl on
omegle. Dan laughed "hes probably one of the guys who
pretends hes a girl on omegle chat", Dan said. T decided to
ignore the man and get back to the xbox.
At 12: am T checked out; the window again in curiosity.
The man was having some sort of conversation with one of
Dans neighbors. All T could hear was ITS THE MIDDLE DE
THE NIGHT, and MY FAMILY IS WORRIED. This was very
intresting. T tried to convince Dan to listen in but he
was more intrested in his GTA bank account. Dan told me
to watch him kill this one player online so T watched him
play. At 12: 11 am T heard a slight screech from outside,
it was followed by the sound of dogs barking and howling.
T ran to the window. The strange man was dragging large
black bags from the neighbors house to the back of his van.
He was starring right at me. My mind went blank. T stressed
for Daniel to look. He rushed to the window. "holy shit!"
he explained. "What the fuck do we do?" he asked. "We should
call the police!" T said. "Dude wait hold on, are you sure
this guy did what you think he did?", Dan asked. "Yes? maybe
I' m not sure", T confessed pressing my head to the window
frame. "Imagine how stupid we would look if we were wrong!"
yelled Dan as he paused his game. T thought about it laying
on the carpet next to the window. "You' re right", T sighed
thinking of a happy explanation for all of this. "Lets just
leave this alone", Dan said putting his head set back on.
It was 3: the sound of wind rustling and dogs barking
stressed me as T watched Daniel ignore it all playing
Battle Field 3. T looked out; the window. My eyes teared up
as T turned back to Daniel. "What the hell is it now?", he
sighed. "HE' S STANDING ON YOUR LOWH!", T utters in fear.
The man was standing there starring at our window, his van
parked behind him. "THIS ' UCKER!" Daniel yelled
pulling a bat out; from under his bed. T grabbed a second
bat he handed me. Dan ran down stairs and out; the front door.
T watched in utter confusion and fear from the window.
THE FUCK YOU DDING OUT HERE, MAN!", yelled Daniel waving
his bat at that damned monster down there. T grabbed my
phone and dialed 911. "ATMH FUCKING CALL THE POLICE YOU
FUCKER!" Daniel carried on. The man grabbed Dans bat and
stabbed Daniel in the neck. T dropped to my knees, phone in
hand. T looked away from the window starring at the
possesions of a young dead man. "they will be here soon",
T whispered to myself over and over. The only thing
illuminating the room were those damn eerie street lights.
T huddled in the corner of Daniel' s room waiting for
But I' m damn sure not going to look out; that window again...