I slowly drag myself from the couch up to the front door as I hear the persistent knocking. Geez, who honestly needs me to answer the door this bad? I ask myself as I lock my jaw and quicken my pace ever so slightly.
I swing open the door and raise my eyebrow as I observe the little annoyance at my door. A small framed, almost nerd-looking guy stands in front of me with a goofy girlish smile streaked across his face. He shuffles a bit, adjusting his polo shirt and swiping the hair from his eyes. But never drops his gaze from my face, nor does he rid of that absurd grin.
“Can I help you?” I back up a bit from the door and zip up my jacket.
“You are my absolute favorite character!” He almost squeaks, “I know how it ends and I want to change it,” this statements falls from his mouth without a bright smile. Just a grimly serious look.
I blink slowly at him before sighing in exasperation, pulling my hair up into a messy bun and shutting the door on his face. The knocking continues, Why not just use the doorbell too, psycho,
“Please, please just come out of here and I’ll show you what I mean,” concern and urgency strain his voice as he pounds. I pause in the hallway connecting the living room to the front porch, and debate moment. After about a minute of his relentless pleading I decide to humor him. I grab my pocket knife and slip it into my sleeve then proceed to open the door.
“Oh thank you! Ok, follow me,” the boy takes ahold of my arm and half drags me off the steps and into the street. He then picks up a pole just long enough to reach my door from our stand point and pushes the door bell. I hear an explosion and run in to see what happened.
I crash into the house and am taken aback from the amount of smoke, I drop to the ground and crawl around to find out what exactly blew up. I find my microwave in pieces. Panic and insane thoughts cross my mind. But through all the madness I form on full thought. Either this nerd is telling the truth about me being a book character, or I’m dealing with a crazy stalker.