I was minding my own business, reading a book, when Makayla
announced she needed a pen for her cross word puzzle. It was around midnight and neither of us
could sleep so we were both in agreement that we needed to be very quiet when
we went downstairs to get a pen. On the
stairs when we were halfway down, I thought I heard a noise. I’m convinced this house is haunted and
constantly spooked at night so I stopped on the middle stair, put a hand on
Makayla’s arm and said, “shh! Did you
hear that?” We both stood in the dark,
listening, and I came to the conclusion I had just been hearing things. We got into the kitchen and I, being night
blind and still unused to the layout of the house, stumbled around, fumbling
for a light switch. I thought I heard a
cough like sound and stopped and grabbed Makayla’s arm.
“Did you hear that?” I whispered?
“Yes,” she whispered back, her little nails digging into my
wrists.
We both stood there in the dark, listening, not moving an inch
and after a few seconds we heard a low voice say, “Hey.”
We both shouted and I grabbed Makayla’s hand and took off
running down the hallway yelling, “Adrian!
Adrian!”
We barged into Amber and Adrian’s room, and I yelled, “Where’s
Adrian!”
Amber shot up out of bed and I assumed Adrian was right behind
her. Their room is huge, kind of like two bedrooms in one and I didn’t go past
the vanity since a wall blocks the view of their bed and rest of their room
from there. Even in a state of desperate
fear, I still did not want to risk seeing Adrian in any sort of state of
undress or God forbid, my two best friends doing something disgusting like
fornicating. Amber came rushing towards
us.
“What happened? What’s
going on?” she said, all freaking out.
I was having a hard time standing upright, much less talking
and after a few gasps and frantic “what’s going on’s?” from Amber, I managed to
say, “I heard someone out there.”
“Was it Adrian?” she asked?
“Huh?” I said back, “Adrian’s out there?”
“Yes,” she said, “He’s in the living room.”
It took a second for it to sink in. Relief replaced panic. And then I started laughing like a goon.
“Bahahaha! Oh my
God! It’s only Adrian!”
“Babe!” Amber hollered as we all headed towards the living
room, “stop wondering around in the dark scaring Jess!”
He made some comment about how I was the one wondering around
in the dark and he figured I would have seen the light on his iPad screen. I gripped the back of the couch and Makayla
said, “Mommy! You’re shaking!”
We discussed my dramatic handling of the situation and Adrian
said, “What kind of intruder is going to tell you hello? What’s he going to do, introduce himself
before he kills you?”
“Psychological torment you fool!” I yelled.
“Would you people just go to bed?” Amber said, laughing at us.
Makayla and I tromped up the stairs. Adrian remained on the couch, probably
plotting a clever strategy to terrorize his next victim. I vowed to get even. Texted a friend about the legality of certain
fireworks in California. Yet another
memory made with the Pruitt/Jessica/Makayla clan.
