Short Story: The Visit (Based on a True Adventure Story)

The Visit

It's midnight. Early morning Tuesday, late night of Monday.

I find myself consumed by rage and vengeance. So I don my trenchcoat, put on some socks, and some black sneaker shoes, tie my shoes, and walk into my parents room.

I'm going out, I mutter. I'll be back soon.

With my trenchcoat cloak, I proceed to leave my house at midnight. It's a full moon out, I notice. My hands are in my pockets. I walk down the street, past the stop sign with the rotting decomposing street paint. Up till this point, no one is outside, and I was passed by only one car. It's like I'm a Ghost or something. I am a Phantom haunting the streets of Camelot at the midnight hour, stalking past house after house at the midnight hour, hands in pockets. Eventually after much walking down streets, I see an intersection, and a sign next to it, with no cars driving on it at the moment. The sign says "Guinevere".

Ahhh. I say to myself. So THIS is the street pissing everyone else in Florida off. I proceed down the road to the left of me. These are some trashy looking houses. If I hadn't heard so much noise coming from them previously, I could swear they're were abandoned. But I know better. I clutch my hand gun, and proceed to keep walking. Until I reach the houses that have been making all the noise. I'm standing in front of all 4 houses, the responsible parties. No one comes out to greet me.

I proceed to open fire.

blllllatttatataatatatatatatatttatttatttaattttah

I guess this isn't so funny to them, now that I'm calling them out in their front yard.

I'm done shooting. Still no one comes out to fight or greet me. They're hiding from me and my hand guns. Afraid of being seen. I wish I had brought my camera. Maybe next time.

I proceed to walk back in the direction I came. At this point I have been walking for almost a mile. I'm out of breath. Exhausted as all hell.

Eventually I make it back home, I grab a cold bottle of water from the fridge and collapse on the couch after putting the air conditioning fans on full blast, my clothes covered in perspiration. The deed has been done. I'm lying on the couch breathing heavily, loudly, not sure if I'm going to pass out from the assassination mission.

Somehow I make it through.

The cats come to greet me and rest on my stomach as I lie on my back on the couch, drenched in midnight sweat, not regretting my actions one bit.

Awesome

THE END