I'm so brave
Friday night I thought one of my friends was going to try to kill me. B is the grad student who lives next door to me. She’s very nice and one of the last people I would suspect of being a homicidal maniac. Usually. It all started in the Chicago girls’ huge and wonderful, but slightly spooky room. Unlike me and my fellow residents of W House, they do not live in a house built to be as boring and plain as possible so that no one would forget how modern and stylish it was. Instead, they live in one of the old converted mansions in an enormous room with wood paneled walls, high ceilings and probably secret passageways. I have to hold firmly to my conviction that it is also haunted to keep from being consumed with jealousy. Unfortunately, I think I was the one who started, and then encouraged the continuation, of the ghost stories. It was one of those times when I temporarily forget just how big of a wimp I really am. I thought that I would be safe coming back to my modern little cell block, too modern and dingy to possibly be haunted. How wrong I was.
The trip back to W House in the dark was uneventful. Still foolishly convinced of my own bravery, I laughed at the girls who had been scared of the ghost stories. My superiority all came crumbling down when I was standing in my doorway talking to B. The actual conversation has been wiped out of my mind by the sheer terror I felt when I noticed that she had slit pupils like a cat! Instantly, my normal-pupiled eyes darted to the exit, which she was blocking. I carefully edged out into the hallway to make sure the monster pupils were not just a trick of the light and to clear my way to the door. Out in the hall, her pupils appeared to be normal. I told her what I had thought and we had a good laugh then said goodnight and went into our respective rooms. Once in my room, my well-trained overactive imagination kicked back into gear and I realized with a horrible certainty that I had just told her that I knew she was really a cat monster! I always yell at the people in movies who do stupid things like that! Trying not to make any sound, I ran down to E’s room, which is safely at the end of the opposite hallway. We watched Friends (S has unwisely let us borrow the season she brought with her. She’s not getting it back without a fight.) until my paranoia was mostly replaced by sleepiness. I couldn’t suppress images of B waiting for me in all of her slit-pupiled glory, though, when I went back to my room. I checked everywhere, even under my bed. It seems that she has decided to let me live, even though I know her secret…for now.
The trip back to W House in the dark was uneventful. Still foolishly convinced of my own bravery, I laughed at the girls who had been scared of the ghost stories. My superiority all came crumbling down when I was standing in my doorway talking to B. The actual conversation has been wiped out of my mind by the sheer terror I felt when I noticed that she had slit pupils like a cat! Instantly, my normal-pupiled eyes darted to the exit, which she was blocking. I carefully edged out into the hallway to make sure the monster pupils were not just a trick of the light and to clear my way to the door. Out in the hall, her pupils appeared to be normal. I told her what I had thought and we had a good laugh then said goodnight and went into our respective rooms. Once in my room, my well-trained overactive imagination kicked back into gear and I realized with a horrible certainty that I had just told her that I knew she was really a cat monster! I always yell at the people in movies who do stupid things like that! Trying not to make any sound, I ran down to E’s room, which is safely at the end of the opposite hallway. We watched Friends (S has unwisely let us borrow the season she brought with her. She’s not getting it back without a fight.) until my paranoia was mostly replaced by sleepiness. I couldn’t suppress images of B waiting for me in all of her slit-pupiled glory, though, when I went back to my room. I checked everywhere, even under my bed. It seems that she has decided to let me live, even though I know her secret…for now.