“Fuck”
Brandon Mather
Sometimes having a little fun will come at a cost. I’m going to tell you a story, it happened to a friend of a friend of mine. His name is Ronnie. A few years ago, Ronnie and his friends were bored, so they decided to have some fun. Ronnie came up with the idea of Nicky-Nicky-Nine-Doors. All his friends agreed, so they started plotting out the plan of attack. Ronnie was the fastest, so he was the one who would ring the doorbells, and then run as fast as he can. The job of the others, was too find appropriate cover and watch. The first few houses went by very smoothly. All the kids had a good chuckle. The next day, they moved onto the next few houses on the block. The following day, they moved up another few houses. All this time, the kids were being watched. At the end of the block lived an old, grumpy man. He would sit at the top of his old, rickety house and watch the kids through his window. Finally, the day came when the kids rang the old mans doorbell. He was waiting for them. When Ronnie was about to ring the doorbell, the old man opened the door. Ronnie froze in place. He had never seen the old man up close before. On the man’s face was a scar. His nose was too big, and his small, dark eyes were too close together. On his face, he wore a look of pure hatred and annoyance. His large mouth opened and closed ever so slightly between long, murderous breaths. Ronnie noticed that the old man smelled like death, and sweat. He probably hadn’t showered since the dinosaurs went extinct. The old man stared into Ronnie’s eyes, and Ronnie stared back. Ronnie was unsure about what to do. Should he say something? Should he just run away from the old man? The old man answered for him by closing the door. Ronnie walked away, with a feeling of fear.
Strange things started to happen, day by day, Ronnie’s friends started to disappear. But it was only the friends that were accompanying him while he played Nicky-Nicky-Nine-Doors. Ronnie knew the old man was taking them. He knew this because after they disappeared, their houses would have that distinct smell of death, and sweat that no one could explain. Ronnie grew more paranoid and more scared. Until one day, in the middle of the night, Ronnie’s doorbell rang. He was home alone at the time. He opened the door, and saw a folded up piece of paper on the doorstep beneath him. He picked it up, and the paper read:
“Fear the one who rings and runs, now fear the one that rings and stays”
At first, Ronnie thought nothing of it. Not only was it not menacing at all, it didn’t rhyme. Whoever wrote it had no creativity. He thought it was just a joke, so he through the paper in the garbage. But as soon as he started to walk away, he caught a scent of something foul. The smell of death and sweat made him gag. Ronnie’s heart started to race. He finally understood what was going on. He slammed his door shut and locked it. He closed all the windows and locked himself in his room. Now, the smell was stronger tan ever. Ronnie heard breathing from the darkest corner of his room. Out of the darkness, the figure of the old man started to emerge. First he made out the man’s eyes, then the nose. And finally, Ronnie had the man in full view. On the man’s face, was the most twisted and evil look he had ever seen in his life. Ronnie let out a scream, but before it could finish, he blacked out. He awoke a week later to the horror of a missing finger. Beside him was a doorbell, and a note. He read the note, it said:
“Think twice before pressing it.”
Ronnie never played Nicky-Nicky-Nine-Doors again. As for Ronnie’s friends, they all showed up again. None of them remembered what happened. In fact, they all refused to believe that they played Nicky-Nicky-Nine-Doors in the first place. I think that if there’s anything to be taken away from this story, is don’t even think about playing Nicky-Nicky-Nine-Doors. If you do, play it at your own risk. You could just turn out to be the next Ronnie.
Didn’t even bother going through and editing it..But i hope you enjoyed reading :)
Until it’s gone.
Let’s take a reality check. How much do we take for granted in life?
A home, food, clothing, friends, relationships. And it’s somewhat humorous to think of just how easy it is to lose all of those.
One mistake, and something could be lost. Forever. that’s it.
Take a second and think about all of these. Chances are, if you’re reading this, you’re privileged enough to have a home, or a computer, a connection to the internet. Perhaps you’re sitting there drinking a coffee, or eating some chips, or cookies. Ok, without coffee and cookies, life could go on as normal. But what about the internet? True, internet isn’t a total necessity. But how would you stay “in the now”?
You’re in a home, or a hotel room. What if something happened to it? It burns down. Where do you go? Was anything lost in the fire?
Photos? Trophies? Movies? Letters? Your clothes?
Who’s your best friend right now? Do you have someone that you can let out everything too? Who wouldn’t judge you no matter what? Think of what would happen, if for some reason you lost that person.
Think about your significant other (if you have one). Say your relationship is going smoothly, but you start getting feelings that something is wrong. But it’s just you being paranoid. A misreading of the other person’s feelings is all it takes sometimes. I know this, because it’s what happened to me. I lost someone close to me, and i didn’t realize what i had until i lost it. Cherish what you have. You’re lucky to have whatever you do.