Sunday, 2 March 2014

Time Travel

Time travel
If time travel was possible what would you do?
 Like, really because everyone’s is all like I would go kill Hitler (not that i wouldn't want to). but can you imagine how difficult that would be, let alone how that could fuck up the future also you might die as well, then there would be a whole situation where like you fade away out of all your family pictures and stuff.
If I could time travel, I would do small things like not trip over in front of everyone in the middle of town. Or maybe I might meet my mum and say hi and get a super confusing picture where we are the same age then in the future (present) she will be like wtf?!?!
Haha , stream of consciousness bye bye

Sunday, 9 February 2014

Spinning Class

So today i went to a spinning class...

It all started a few weeks ago, I started to go to the gym each Friday afternoon with my friend Immy, and I was looking for a way to step up my exercise and weight loss, I saw that the leisure center does a few spinning classes a week so me and Immy signed up for one on Sunday morning 9;30-10;15 sounds harmless enough. Big mistake.

I woke up at seven and wanted to shoot myself in the face.

I could hear the wind and rain outside my window, and knew I wanted to go back in time and stop myself signing up for this. But I lack the ability to time travel (for now) I got up and got ready, by time I got there and me and Immy walked through to the room, I instantly wanted to pretend I had got the wrong room and do a 180 out of there, but I couldn't (I had paid £5.40) so we picked out some bikes at the back of the room and had to commit to this.

I knew I was going to struggle to keep up with the others before I even signed up, but I didn't know I would fail to keep up to quite the degree that happened. After the warm up song (Adele rolling in the deep) I started to feel like my legs hurt (and in my opinion that was quite the work out) then we moved on to a standing song (black eyed peas pump it) we had to stand and cycle for the entire duration, and let me just tell you now that was the only song I was able to stand for, after that my entire body was coated in sweat and my face had already gone through the whole spectrum of shades of red. I was too weak to lean forward and hold the handles so I just sat and let my arms dangle from my sides, they felt to heavy to lift.

Immy at this point was keeping up pretty well, so I felt even more out of shape and awkward. After another song, some random mix of beats that barely counts as a song. I was seriously contemplating making up an excuse to get out of there (either fake call about a family emergency or I do a Gillian Mckeith and "faint")  because at this point I still had a half hour left... but i didn't do a Gillian, I stayed.

The person running this class (clearly seeing me struggle) got off her bike at the front and came over, I thought for words of encouragement, but no.
"You need to increase the resistance"
I thought, what the fuck did she just say?
I feel like i'm peddling through wet cement as it is and you want me to make it more difficult?
I felt like saying just a flat out "no" and see how she reacts but I didn't, I just nodded and did as she said, partly out of shyness but more because I could barley breathe at this point let alone speak. As soon as she turned back to go to the front I turned it back down.

After another 10 minutes of torture I could see Immy starting to go the same shade of red I was and knew she hated it as much as me, at which point I started to make sarcastic remarks to lighten our mood and generally make light of the self inflicted punishment we were going through, then the instructor informed the class that we would be doing "bounces" to which I semi whispered to Immy "what the fuck are bounces?" turns out I didn't have to wonder for long.

Bounces are standing and peddling for two seconds then sitting down for four seconds, this went on for two minutes (1 minutes and 50 seconds too long in my opinion)

I had long given up on listening to what we were supposed to do and focused more on trying to ignore the excruciating pain in my legs and lungs, but it was cool. I knew that in a little while this would all be a funny (if not slightly painful) memory instead of the horrific present I was living in.

When the music stopped and the instructor said we were all finished. I felt like crying with joy, but I kept a cool (slightly sweaty) composure I got off the bike which had given me the worst ass ache ever, and stepped forward to leave, but then she started leading everyone in some stretching poses I couldn't believe it, I thought it was over. I felt like I was at the finish line then some one ran ahead and moved the line. I did the poses to the best of my ability and tried not to laugh at my failure in a room full of serious spinning professionals. Then as soon as we could leave Immy and me walked (I hobbled) out of there vowing never to go back.

The End.



Saturday, 1 February 2014

Room 101: Adverts

So I was looking through all my past emails in a futile attempt to find my uncles email address, and during my search I found all the email I ever sent and the list goes back to 2008.

For shits and giggles I decided to look through some of the things I sent, and besides a plethora of viruses my email address sent out in 2010 and some embarrassing emails I sent to my friends of jokes I had just copied and pasted from the internet with the subject LOLZ!!!  I found an email I sent to a teacher it was a piece of homework called Room 101

Now I'm sure you are all familiar with the concept of Room 101, but for those of you who are unfamiliar I took the liberty of pasting the first sentence of a Wikipedia article for you
 

Room 101 is a place introduced in the novel Nineteen Eighty-Four by George Orwell. It is a torture chamber in the Ministry of Love in which the Party attempts to subject a prisoner to his or her own worst nightmare, fear or phobia.

“ You asked me once, what was in Room 101. I told you that you knew the answer already. Everyone knows it. The thing that is in Room 101 is the worst thing in the world. ” — O'Brien


So our teacher (who although it holds no relevance to anything, I thought I might as well tell you was blind) got us to write a page on the thing we hate most and why we would send it to room 101,  this is my page, I also thought I should tell you the fact I had to email it her means I did not complete it in the lesson, probably because I was to busy trying to catch up on work I didn't do for the next lesson. (most likely History, which I got a D in overall... I wonder why?)

Anyway on with the thing.

Room 101: Adverts

Do you enjoy being reminded to go compare, by a ridiculously irritating opera singer with the power of his extremely annoying voice which alone can shake tables and then he floats above cars whilst trying to convince you to change your car insurance? Or being bullied to sell your phone by a combination of the world ugliest people that look like they have just been herded off the street this advert is shocking on so many levels with the perfect recipe for a truly terrifyingly advert, a welsh accent, a man with a giant Mohican, and a man that shouts Wonga at you, then to top it all off the man with the giant Mohican that looks like he could impale you says cooull it an accent that is like no other on this planet.

I hate adverts so much because, adverts now are made to be more annoying so that you remember them more easily and they are 25% louder than the shows on TV, so that even if you have left the room you can still here the annoying attempt at rapping the words, we buy any car or one of the hundreds of ads telling you to sell your gold at cash your gold or cash 4 gold or cash I don’t care. Personally one of my biggest dreams in the world is to outlive the DFS sale but I think that when the world ends all that will be left is cockroaches and the DFS sale.

I keep having this dream that all the most annoying adverts people will have some kind of showdown or battle to the death, starting with a fight between Wonga man and go compare guy, then Mohican man comes charging in and tries to impale his enemies, then we buy any car rapper comes and tries to bust some moves but fails, suddenly all the gold grabbers capture you in there handy pre paid envelops but like I said in the end the DFS sale wins because it can’t die.

I wish all these adverts and more could be put in room 101 we lock the door and then we sell the key to cash your gold. 

So that was what I wrote please bear in mind at the time this was written all these adverts were relevant and my humour was cutting edge (obviously). Also side note I only got a C for this (my teacher did not appreciate my humour, but like many great people I will get my recognition in the end)

Here are links to some of the adverts mentioned in my post
Go compare - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F_-9QFvhQWo
Envirofone - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0sJW0LKXeOE
We Buy Any Car - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MXiJBp7HK5o

Sunday, 1 December 2013

Top Ten Bridie Ships

I'm back, and ready to give you some B (posibbly C) grade material.

So in case you dont know I have been trying to gain a following on youtube and put a video out every sunday, and while doing this I have also been watching a lot more "youtubers" and many popular people on youtube have a fan base that like to "ship"* them with other "youtubers" so I thought as I have a viewership that averages in the 20's I would just become my own fan base and "ship" myself with a bunch of "youtubers" and also see what our babies look like... (not weird at all right)

*ship is short for relationship, means pairing people together (not necessarily romantic)

Top ten Bridie Ships (in no particular order, but counting down from ten)

10.  Shane Dawson + Bridie = Brane













9. Tyler Oakley + Bridie = Bryler












I honestly don't know what or why this happened to this baby, I think it may have been because we had to adopt (clearly from some four eyed freak of nature) due tyler's not being in to the ladies anyways Bryler take 2












8. Phil (amazingphil) + Bridie =  Bril 












(clearly due to strong genes on the fathers side our baby will be born with a fringe)


7.Louise (sprinkleofglitter) + Bridie = Brouise













6. Alfie (pointlessblog) + Bridie = Bralfie













5. Zoe (zoella) + Bridie = Broella












4.Grace (dailygrace) + Bridie = Gradie or Brace












(Looks almost exactly like No. 6)

3. Lucas Cruikshank (Lucas or Fred) + Bridie = Blucas or Ludicas













2. Dan (danisnotonfire) + Bridie = Dandie













1.  Jenna  Marbles  +  Bridie  =  Jendie





 

Tuesday, 27 August 2013

Bad Day

I wrote this last night and posted it on tumblr, I have been struggling badly with my anxiety again for a few days and I have been over thinking as a result.
The following post is not in anyway a suicidal post, it is just a bad couple of days put in to words. hopefully I can post this up and move on and start getting better again. 

I’m feeling really low right now.
I keep thinking about college, and how i messed up my final show by not going because of my depression and anxiety, i feel like because no one knew what was going on they were probably all bitching about me and that’s the last impression i had on them.
i also feel like i don’t matter to anyone outside of my family, i have made loads of friends over the years in school and college, but as soon as that stage is over they don’t talk to me. i’m not in contact with anyone i considered a friend except one girl (but even that is very rare).
i have tried a few times to meet up with people, but no one makes an effort for me and i always feel i’m trying to hard and having a friend should be this difficult so i give up hoping they might try, but no one does.
i just feel like no one cares.
i know this sounds stupid, but it hurts a little when i set up an ask account and literally no one bothered, and its the same with tumblr no one asks anything, it feels like no one thinks about me, i didn’t make an impression on anyone ever.
like seriously no one ever am i just forget-able? am i doing something wrong?
i know in the past, because of my anxiety i created this persona. where i was always saying and doing stupid things, it was to get people to think i was funny and then if they didn’t like me it didn’t hurt as much because i knew it wasn’t the real me but now, no one knows the real me and i hate myself and my anxiety for the persona.
i just thought in college (and school) i had friends, but thinking back now especially during my depression last year when no one even asked me if i was ok. it hurts.
i think a lot about people in my college (maybe i shouldn’t bother now) and i’m just upset knowing i could have easily not been there and lifted right out and it would have made no difference.  

Thursday, 22 August 2013

Black Eyes (Final Part)

After a few hours sitting and dwelling on the bathroom incident, I went in to town to get some new clothes and get to know my surroundings I drove out of the cul de sac and down the road for a few minutes then I saw a girl about my age walk and open up a shop, so I parked the car and called after her "hey wait!" she seemed startled and ran inside the store, I followed her and stepped inside the shop, "hey I was calling you." "oh I didn't hear you", whoever this girl was she was an awful liar, "I just wanted to ask you about the town, I just moved here with my mum and wondered, what there is to do in this town?" the girl seemed somewhat at ease by my question, as if she had expected the worst and just dodged a bullet. Then she started to umm and ahh trying to busy herself behind the counter. I wanted to know why this girl was being so strange to someone she didn't know, I certainly hadn't given her reason to be, it was just then I realized she still hadn't answered, so at that point I decided to change the subject "so do you have any shoes in this shop" “oh yeah we have a big range of shoes.

I took a look round the shop, it was one of those stores that made you wonder how it manages to stay in business, it was filled with random outdated electronics and clothes that your grandmother might wear, I found a pair of shoes that I didn’t hate and pretended to show interest in them “do you have these in any other size?” not really bothered by her answer, “oh yeah we have loads out back, what size are you?” “uh a size 13” “wow a 13 I'm not sure if we go up that high in women’s shoes I will have to go out and take a look” “oh you know what I'm not really sure on them anyway so don’t go to any trouble” “ are you sure? Because I can look if you want it’s no trouble.”  “No really I think I’ll leave it” I rushed out of there so I would be stuck buying some shoes I would never wear; I just did it to get the girl to stop acting so strange.

The next few weeks at the house went by without incident, and then one night I was woken up by the sound of someone pounding on the front door, I got out of bed and ran down the stairs, through the hall and got to the door. I froze what if it was them, the boys with the black eyes. I didn’t know what to do. “Who is it?” my mum asked standing at the top of the stairs, just her being there put me at ease somewhat. “I dunno, should I open the door. They sound mad” I felt like a child at that moment and I wanted my mum to just take over the situation. “Oh move out the way, let me see” she pushed me aside and peered through the peep hole “its, your father. What do you want!” she shouted though the door. I wasn’t happy that my dad was here in the middle of the night, don’t get me wrong. I was so relieved that it was not those kids. “Just let me in, I need to talk.” He slurred “go home Eric, your drunk, and I have nothing to say to you”  “pl- pleassse jusst open the door”, “no Eric leave us alone” “oh Amanda, are you there, pleasse tal- hic- talk to your mum, Amanda, Amanda? Let me in” I stayed quiet and just stared at the door not knowing what to do or say. “She doesn’t want to talk to you Eric”. I did want to talk but I had nothing to say “fine you stupid cow; you twisted her against me, my own daughter. But you can’t keep that door closed forever!”

Everything went silent “I think he is leaving” I said so quietly it was almost silent. “No he isn’t leaving, HE THINKS IF HE IS QUIET THEN I WILL OPEN THE DOOR. BUT I’M NOT AN IDIOT ERIC, DO YOU HEAR? I'M NOT OPENING THAT DOOR.”  The lights when out. That sneaky little, He must have messed with the fuse box, Amanda go down to the basement and flick the switch on the fuse box. I need to get my phone so I call the police before this gets out of hand”. I didn’t want to go I hated the dark and the basement is the most clichéd no go area in the house to go in a situation like this, but I knew my mum was in no mood to hear me argue so I just started stumbling around the house trying to find my way from the front door to the back of the house and down to the basement after a minute or two of groping the walls to find the basement I got to the door, as I open the door I take a deep breath and try not to let my fears creep in.

I walk down the stairs and after bumping in to practically every item in the basement I found the fuse box and just starting flicking switches and pressing things at random hoping something would work. It did. The lights came on and the light from upstairs dimly lit the basement just enough for me to see my way out. I walked out of the basement somewhat surprised that there wasn’t an axe murderer ready to chop me up downstairs. The lights went out again. “Amanda I said fix the lights I'm still looking for my phone, the landline isn’t working” my mum called from the other room, but I was too tired to answer so I just walked back downstairs feeling more annoyed by this situation than anything else, I had roughly memorised the way to the fuse box so it was no problem getting the lights back on the second time. As I walked back up the stairs a second time I stumbled on something and as I lifted my foot I saw it was a small disposable lighter, I decided to pick it up and flicked the wheel, it Worked, I decided to keep it with me I thought it might come in handy the next time I have to do this. I wondered why we had a lighter in the house neither me nor my mum smoked and I don’t think before this either of us had been in the basement.

I went upstairs again walked in to the living room and found my mum sitting on the sofa just staring blankly, at first I assume it was just her anger and tiredness had finally got the better of her, just then I notice her phone in her hand “oh you found your phone then, where was it?” just as I say this I noticed the conversation time on the screen was still counting she hadn’t hung up. “mum you need to disconnect the call… mum?” she wasn’t responding or even moving so I took the phone out of her hand and pressed it against my ear, it was her voicemail. “To hear the message again please press the hash key” I press the button not knowing what to expect, “hi Mrs Mccallister this is Officer Brown from the local police department we wouldn’t usually do this over the phone but we have no current address for you  I am extremely sorry to have to inform you but your husband has been found dead in his home, and I have been informed by the people at the scene his body had gone unnoticed for at least three days and it looks like alcohol had something to do with it but at this stage we can’t say for certain, if you could please come down to the HQ  and I could talk to you further.” He was dead. My dad was dead. The phone slipped from my hand and slowly hit the floor. I looked at my mum. But she was gone she wasn’t in the room; I didn’t even see her leave. The lights went out. I reached in my pocket to get the lighter. Click. I flicked the lighter on. “Mum, mum where are you?” I got no response. Just then I heard the door slam shut. I ran to it and tried to pull it open but I couldn’t. “Mum…I can’t open the door” The lighters flame was going dim so I let go of the button. Click. I heard some movement in the corner I flicked the lighter on, Off, On, off something was there in the room with me I was trapped.

On. I could hear it
Off. It brushed my shoulder
On. It was running
Off. Silence
On… on … on
No gas

I fumbled in the dark desperately trying to click the lighter back on. I dropped it. And tried to run I couldn’t find the doors, desperately I felt the walls hoping for something anything…
The next thing I know I wake up in a field in the middle of nowhere I feel exhausted and I don’t have any shoes, but I just start walking hoping to find someone to get my bearings and some help, I walk for what felt like hours and the sun hurt my eyes, even looking down they felt like they were burning in my head, just then I see a small house and walk up to the door.


 Knock, knock
“Hello I need to come in”.

The End.

Thursday, 8 August 2013

Black Eyes (Part Two)

After a few days we began to settle in to the house quite nicely and were doing quite well, Mum asked me to wait in for the telephone engineer, we needed a new a phone line, weirdly my nans had been ripped out, but the guy was coming out to fix it. I heard a small tapping at the door and rushed to let the guy in, I swung the door open. Two small boys were standing on the porch, you’re not here to fix my phone line I asked, thinking to myself their probably looking for money for some charity, They Both stared at  the ground, I Raised my voice, “hello, are you ok?” The children couldn’t have been more than ten; I asked again louder “hello, are you ok?” “We need to come in” the nearest boy whispered, I looked him up and down he had pale almost transparent skin, His clothes looked like he had grown into them or weirdly I thought Grown out of them he wore a tight dirty red hoody, it was so tattered I looked away as not to embarrass him which made me notice his bare feet, they didn’t look like children’s feet they were much bigger than normal for a boy. I quickly glanced at his friend; He was identical in everything except his toes were weirdly abnormally longer.

 A feeling of fear descended slowly through my body, I struggled to speak “uh... Uh. Why?”  I managed to choke out. The smaller second boy started to step forward; I reached for the door handle. The older first boy shot him a look, and he stopped. “We need to use your phone” they said in unison, as if it was rehearsed. I wanted them off the property, I wanted to slam the door, I wanted to get out of this situation. But I was frozen by my fear, I just stood there, in my head I was thinking that this was completely irrational they were just children, needing to use the phone, they had done nothing to make me feel the way I did, every instinct I had screamed inside me that something wasn’t right, Where was Mum when I needed her? or even the Phone guy would be a welcome stranger right now. I prayed inside my head for someone to appear and get rid of them, “it doesn’t work” I barely managed to get the words out of my mouth. “Let us in” the second one said sounding a little insistent “we need to use your phone” “it doesn’t work” I said again this time with a little more authority. “LET US IN!” the first one shouted. “NO!” I screamed back, and slammed the door in their face making sure to lock it behind me. I stood against the door, my heart pounding; I breathed heavily almost gasping for breath, as if I hadn’t been able to breath for some time.

After a minute I had calmed down and had a chance to rationalize the situation, it was just some rude kids I thought, I stepped away from the door and peered through the curtain to see if they had gone. They weren’t there, I walked over to look through the peep hole in the door just to reassure myself, but all I could see was black I assumed the peep hole had some dirt on or inside the lens and wiped it and looked through it again, nothing still black. It blinked. It was an eye. A soul penetrating black eye. not just a pupil but the whole thing, iris, sclera, all black. They were still there, but how, I looked through the window barely twenty seconds ago. And there wasn’t a person in sight. I was panicking I didn’t know what to do I felt trapped was it the boys from before, or something else?

Knock. Knock. Oh god it is, it’s the kids from before they want to come in I can feel it, against all my better instincts I called out “who is it?” a young man’s voice called back, “ it’s me miss Mccallister, the  telephone engineer from Konectionz phone company, I'm here to repair your phone lines” “uh…ok I will be there in a second” I was too terrified to move let alone open that door again, “oh don’t worry miss, the door is open if you don’t mind I can let myself in”  that door was locked I would put my life on it, I know that door was locked. “uh yeah sure come on in” I hoped that he couldn’t open the door, but as he stepped in my stomach dropped and I felt dizzy and nauseas I knew somehow they had unlocked that door, I know it was crazy but I felt it had to be true, how else would that door have unlocked.

I tried to calm down and not seem crazy in front of the phone guy, “so where is the phone?” he asked as he walked in. I pointed him in the direction of the living room; he was quite tall, probably 20s early 30s. But his face looked much younger, he had an olive complexion and a buzz cut his eyes which I took particular notice of in light of recent events, were a pleasant blue green. Still feeling drained. I decided to follow him; I was too freaked out to be alone, even if I didn’t know this guy. I stood in the doorway of the living room watching him work and after a few unbelievably awkward minutes, I said “did you see any kids outside?” “Uh kids?” “Yeah kids outside my house”, “no I don’t think so, why?” “Are you sure?” “Yeah I'm sure, why?” I'm not sure if that was a good or bad thing that he didn’t see the kids, it either meant I'm crazy or that something freaky is going on. I just realized that the phone guy was still looking at me waiting for an answer. “uh well I have had some kids coming to the house asking,  actually it doesn’t matter”  “well miss Mccallister I think I have fixed the wiring problem, do you have mobile that you could use to test the line?” “n-no it’s dead I’m sorry” “ah no problem I think I left mine in my van I will go get it and test your line” “WAIT!” I almost shouted, I didn’t want him to go, but at the same time I didn’t want to go with him. And I needed a working phone. “What?” he said looking concerned “oh I though you... Uh might want a cup of tea, did you?” I didn’t want to tell him the real reason I didn’t think he should go out there. “Uh yeah that would be great thanks. I will have it just after I check your connection, won’t be a second” I followed him to the front door and watched him step out the house and walk to his van, don’t know what I expected to happen or how watching him would help, but it made me feel better, as he turned to come back I suddenly remembered my offer of tea that I was supposed to me making while he was gone I quickly turned and went to the kitchen, this way it didn’t look like I was staring at him. He went back in to the living room.


BRRRIIING, BRRRIIING. “Yep it’s working” he called “well thanks for that as you can see we just moved here and a phone is kind of a necessity for us” I was making mindless small talk as I walked in the room with his tea. We sat down and continued our small talk awkwardly until he finished his tea, his name was Kevin, I don’t remember much else of what he said, to be honest I wasn’t listening, then I kind of hurried him out of the house I just wanted to be alone and get today over with as soon as possible. I fell asleep a few hours later while waiting for my mum to come home.

 I woke up on the sofa  in the early hours of the morning clearly my mum didn’t want to disturb me but she had laid a blanket over me, I got up and folded the blanket and sleepily started walked to my room. The windows I realised still have no curtains which usually doesn’t bother me, but at night with bare windows I felt unprotected whatever was out there somehow could see my every movement, I try to overcome my feelings, maybe it’s because of over exposure to too many horror films from a young age, that’s it I am responding to unrealistic fears I tell myself in disbelief. My mind battles between Imagination and rationalisation I try not to allow it to go that far ahead, I didn’t really like to, but I had to pass the windows so I quickly ran across the room with my head hanging down I didn’t want to take the chance at glimpsing anything.

I went upstairs, I decided to take a shower and clear my head, I stepped in the bath and just stood there letting the water hit my face, I tried to reach out the shower and turn on the radio I brushed the dial and switched it on “HELLO TO OUR LISTENERS IF YOU’RE JUST TUNING IN WE HAVE JUST BEEN TALKING TO MR SHARP WHO HAS RECENTLY WRITTEN A BOOK ON – I tuned in to a different station, “ ALL THE SINGLE LADIES, ALL THE SINGLE LADIES, NOW PUT YOUR HANDS UP,UP IN THE CLUB, WE JUST BROKE UP, I'M DOING MY OWN LITTLE THING”  I reached my arm back in and started to do my best Beyoncé impression in the shower and finally started to relax and let go of all the burdens of the past few days, I guess that’s just how good Beyoncé is. “HELLO TO OUR LISTENERS IF YOU’RE JUST TUNING IN WE HAVE JUST BEEN TALKING TO MR SHARP WHO HAS RECENTLY WRITTEN A BOOK ON PARANORMAL ACTIVITY”  what the? The station changed. How? I reached out the shower again and turned the radio dial and switched it back “I GOT GLOSS ON MY LIPS, A MAN ON MY HIPS GOT ME TIGHTER IN MY DEREON JEANS” ahh much better, I start to sing along then it switches again. HELLO TO OUR LISTENERS AND MISS MCCALLISTER, IF YOU’RE JUST TUNING IN WE HAVE JUST BEEN TALKING TO MR SHARP WHO HAS RECENTLY WRITTEN A BOOK ON PARANORMAL ACTIVITY”  what! Did they just say my name? No they couldn’t have, I must be imagining it right? “MISS MCCALLISTER PLEASE DON’T TOUCH THAT DIAL AGAIN” ok I definitely heard it that time what the hell is going on, they can’t be talking to me; my name isn’t that common it has to be explainable somehow. The radio continued to talk and interview, but I couldn’t take any of it in I was so freaked out.  I reach out to switch it again, I touch the dial. “MISS MCCALLISTER DON’T TOUCH THE DIAL” I whipped my hand back in as quickly as I could, I was afraid to move I just stood listening. “SO MR SHARP COULD YOU PLEASE EXPLAIN YOUR BOOK FOR OUR LISTENER?” “YES OF COURSE WELL BASICALLY IT FOCUSES AROUND THE PHENOMENA OF BLACK EYED CHILDREN, IT EXPLAINS THE HISTORY OF THEM, THE FOLKLORE AND EVEN INCLUDES FIRST HAND ACCOUNTS OF PEOPLE WHO HAVE HAD AN ENCOUNTER WITH SUCH BEINGS” that’s all I could take my adrenaline was rushing through my body I jumped out the shower and grabbed the radio with both hands and threw it on the floor smashing it to pieces on the bathroom tiles.

I ran out of the room and locked the door behind me from the outside. I hate this house. I got dressed and went downstairs, my mum was in the kitchen eating breakfast, “mum have you noticed anything weird going on since we got here?” “What do you mean weird?” “Well like yesterday some strange kids came to the house, and it kind of freaked me out” “I haven’t seen any kids around, what freaked you out?” “oh never mind it was probably me just being a bit paranoid” I started to walk out of the kitchen “ oh yeah sorry I think I broke the radio” my mum shouted back “don’t worry it might just need new batteries”.