"Oh my gosh, Allison you saved our butts, thanks,"
those were the first nine words that flowed from my mouth after I had one of spookiest experiences of my life. I'm sure for at least one of my
other three dorm mates, it was the most alarming encounter of their lives too.
Or maybe even the teenager from the dorm neighboring ours, that was
breaking one of the rules by being there (since, you had to be in your own room by eleven and it was twelve). It may have been my fault but, I
didn't influence myself to make the lousy decision of screaming out the window
to a person out on a leisurely stroll. Which
was also another rule broken, this time by me.
It had all started with a biker.
"Molly, Molly, come quick, there's a biker outside our window,"
Jenna screeched to Molly. As Molly was rushing into our dorm, Jenna just
couldn't contain herself and had to bellow, "Hi biker dude," to
the innocent man. "I like your bike," Molly added.
Jenna went on, "I like your helmet." Once again Molly just
had to compete, "I like your shirt." Jenna had to win the
battle ending with, well let's just stop straightaway. As soon as Jenna
and Molly finished telling Allison and I their hysterical story, I
thought to myself, that’s it, there will be no more rule breaking for anyone in
my room. Turns out it wasn't the end. That afternoon after wishing
and hoping the biker dude would come back, I was peering out the window and
spotted a man or woman. It was too dark
that I couldn't quite tell what the persons' gender was. The next words
that I shrieked were almost uncontrollable and at the time seemed not harming, "HI RICHARD!" Richard was the name we gave the
biker. Abby quickly added, "DUCK FACE," with a giggle. I knew
something was wrong when the undetermined man or woman stopped and slowly walked
backwards. So that, he or she was no
longer blocked by a tree that would potentially be in the way of his
or her flashlight beam. "HIT THE FLOOR," I screamed at the top
of my lungs.
When fifteen seconds had passed, we assumed the citizen was gone. We had some quick choices to make, everyone in their head knew but, didn't say aloud, the security guard would be knocking on our door at any second. Immediately Allison ordered someone, anyone, to shut the shades. Afterward we turned off all of the lights. As I chucked the sleeping bag over my whole body, I stopped breathing, was that? Oh no! Yes it is, the elevators' ding. Within a literal five seconds, there was knocking at our door. Abby practically flew to a hiding place. We all laid silently, not moving a muscle. Maybe he'll go away, that was not the case. Allison tripped into a suitcase on her way to bravely peer out the peep hole, what she saw was, atrocious, the master key was half way into the key hole, Allison pushed the door open. "Sorry I tripped over a suitcase," Allison offered. Getting his job done he causally questioned, "Was there any yelling out your windows tonight girls?" "No, we were just eating," Allison courageously admitted, not even lying, we were truly snacking. The following question came out of nowhere, “Was there anyone else in your room within the past ten minutes?” “No,” Allison fibbed but, we all silently vowed to make up for it as soon as the man left. “You girls look fine to me, sorry to scare you,” the manager said in a somewhat annoyed voice. All of us almost in unison claimed, “Oh it’s fine.” He left with a slam of a door and we all let out the breathes we’d been holding since, we apprehended the elevators’ ding.
No one
spoke up. If we happened to be loud
enough for our dance coach to hear us, (the windows were open because, there
was no air-conditioning in any of the dorms and our coach was rooming in the dorm directly to the left of ours) we wouldn’t be able to perform
tomorrow at evaluations. As soon as the manager checked all the rooms
on our level and was on floor six, Abby quickly skedaddled to her room with
Jenna on her heels. Everyone got so,
frustrated with Jenna, for breaking another regulation but, the disturbance was
banished by the fact that we had just created a huge dilemma with the manager
of this building. I was the first person to break the silence with my unstoppable hyperventilating. With Molly close to
tears she recommended praying which, we all decided was a marvelous idea but,
once our prayer was over our nerves were still tense. Molly then called her dad and told him our
whole predicament and asked for advice.
I couldn't acknowledge his wisdom at the time because, of my
fright. Molly hung up and we all started
whispering about what just happened and attempted to find a loop hole. Just then we heard a soft pound on the door, Allison
tip-toed to the door and took a peek out of the peep hole. Had we not heard the elevators coming back down
from the sixth floor? Jenna came in
cracking herself up at our faces, not
cool Jenna. Now Jenna gave her opinions
on the situation. After Jenna finished,
I blurted, “What if the manager comes back?”
That’s when I started to go out of my way to scare the poor manager
away. After an hour or two of me trying to analyse the best way to scare the manager and get him off our case. I had heard enough what ifs. and announced, “We
should all just go to bed.” With that
everyone said, their goodnights and dozed into a short rest.
It had all started with a biker. The shaky voiced conversations and the nail biting stopped later
that night I happened to overhear screaming, Jenna rushed to tell the security
guard and also ask for some more toilet paper. That assured that the manager was off our case. From then and on nothing could have been better, we got to perform the next day in the dance
recital and our dance coach wasn't upset or furious with us. I can’t wait until High School
reunion, when we all look back and laugh at this perfect memory.
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