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Last night I got such a fright! See, I can handle anything most of the time but last night was just too much! Allow me to explain.
The day started as usual – I drove to work 6AM – and ended as usual – I arrived home at round about 6PM. My wife looked pretty and pretty normal as she always does and my daughter also looked normal.
We made food, ate and watched a bit of TV.
At 11 PM I took a bath, and then everything started to turn sour.
I exited the bathroom only in my boxers. The house drowned in darkness and there was an eerie silence. I didn’t think much of it and went to bed to my now sleeping wife.
All of a sudden I noticed light flashes racing towards me from the passage. I was tired and tried to ignore it. OK, I guess I was a bit scared and hoped my wife would investigate. After a while I realized that I had to go and have a look myself.
The flashes gest more and lasted longer…
I got out of bed softly. In the darkness I tried to find a weapon. With a stumble here and a stumble and a few silent curse words there, I found my old trusted hockey sick. Shaky I quickly lit a cigarette. My heart was racing and sweat started dripping from my sides.
More flashes…
For a last time I hopefully looked at my wife still sleeping. I whispered to myself ‘Just don’t run away’
I tip-toed to the source of the flashing lights, which was in fact the living room. My heart started jumping around in my bare chest, and my feet also began to sweat. Slippery I tip-toed-stumbled further.
More flashes…
I peeked around the corner with one eye open and a flash-prayer upwards, ready to swing my hockey stick at anything that moved. The flashes originally blinded me, but it allowed me to see that there was a person sitting on my couch!
Judgement day was here!
I ducked to the floor and leopard-crawled around the sofa. Now, I am a large man, so to manage that whilst being hundred per cent sober was quite an accomplishment. Adrenalin.
As I looked up, I saw something resembling my daughter. It was the same shape, same size and the hair was also almost exactly the same. She ( I will call it she from now on ) looked extremely pale and stared at a thing that resembled my daughter’s cell pone’s screen with deep, dark, hollow, dead eyes. Another weird thing was that the thumbs kept on clicking away on the cell phone.
My first thoughts were that my daughter was eaten by a zombie with a social life. My second thought was that I could manage to overpower this ‘zombie’ without her ( well, I do not know how zombies’ gender detection works, so let us presume it was in fact a she and a her ) even noticing it.
My cigarette was finished by this time and I realized that I needed to hurry things up, because I didn’t bring more cigarettes.
I jumped up gripping the hockey stick firmly and shouted something in the lines of ‘Whaaaaa!’
The zombie did not move an inch. The eyes still as dark as before.
I shouted again ‘Get out!!!!’
Nothing.
At this stage my neighbour’s lights went on, dogs started barking, my wife came racing down the passage, even cats started to circle the house.
Nothing. Zilch. Nada. No response at all from the zombie!
I felt relieved knowing my wife was on her way and actually started to get excited of what was to come. Poor zombie!
All of a sudden the zombie moved! It started getting up, eyes still focussed on the lit screen. It took off an object that resembled headphones from her head. I fell down and started leopard-crawling backwards so that the angry zombie could not harm me.
I shouted: ‘Liefie! Liefie!’
I heard a voice calmly answering back: ‘Dad, what the hell are you doing?’ I started crying as I thought the zombie had now completely absorbed my daughter’s looks, thoughts and everything else. As I was about to jump out of the window to look for more help, the living room’s lights went on.
My wife just shook her head. My daughter just shook her head. They left me there all alone; I think I could hear them chuckling…
