Here’s a short pasta. Enjoy.

Home Alone

You are home alone, and you hear on the news about the profile of a murderer who is on the loose. You look out the sliding glass doors to your backyard, and you notice a man standing out in the snow. He fits the profile of the murderer exactly, and he is smiling at you.

You gulp, picking up the phone to your right and dialing 911. You look back out the glass as you press the phone to your ear, and notice he is much closer to you now.

You then drop the phone in shock. There are no footprints in the snow.

It’s his reflection.

Hello, new followers. Would you like some pasta?

I’m sorry that I was gone for so long. Here’s a nice pasta to make it up to you.

String Theory

Have you ever had an experience that suggested someone else was in your house, and just thought “I don’t wanna know” and left it? Sometimes, fear of the unknown just seems like the preferable option than facing a real, concrete danger. Normally it’s nothing, though. One time, the beeper function of my wireless house phone went off, when I was the only one home. It could only be called from the living room. Another time, I swear someone took some change from my desk. They’re all probably just slightly disconcerting tricks of the memory.

But what would you do when something truly suggestive happens? Would you run, or just ignore it, like I did?

Last Monday was a normal day. I got up, brushed my teeth, changed into school clothes… All little parts of my morning ritual. It seemed like it would be another totally un-noteworthy day, until I saw the strings.

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iamnotethan asked: What sauce do you like your Pastas with?

I don’t eat pasta.

Alone

Ever feel like you’re being watched? Awful feeling, isn’t it? You can feel the eyes on you, watching you. You aren’t sure what emotion they’re watching you with. It could be lust, it could be hatred, it could be fear. You’re not too sure, but you know you don’t like it. You quickly run through a mental checklist. “Did I lock the door tonight? Is my alarm set? Are the windows drawn?” You answer yourself in the affirmative in all cases, and relax a little. You’re in your cozy little house, safe from the outside world. Alone.

You still feel it. The eyes pressing down on your neck, just watching you go about your business. You know you’re safe. You did lock everything out, right? But then a thought enters your head. What if someone was already here? A simple answer, really. That just means instead of locking him out, you locked him in. With you. Alone.

Your heart starts to race. Your eyes look at every corner. Every little subtle movement in the corner of your eye is a potential stalker, and you know he won’t be happy if you ruin his evening. He’s very apt to ruin yours if you do. You finally run to your room, your heart pounding against your chest. You lock your bedroom door, not having learned your lesson about locks. So you sit here, in your room. Sitting nervously on that oh so comfy bed of yours. Alone.

You’re still not content. You check every brightly lit corner. Under your bed has proven clear at least a dozen times, and you know your closet is empty. So you breathe a sigh of relief, and sit comfortably on your bed. You scold yourself for being such a child. You go and wash up for the night, and make yourself comfortable. Partially to mock your fear this evening, you sleep extra light tonight. You finally convince yourself to turn off the lights, and slip comfortably into your bed. You drift quietly off to sleep, a smile on your face. You’re now safe and sound until the morning. So you sleep, mocking your phantoms with your quiet slumber and skimpy nightwear. You sleep. Alone.

Finally you are asleep. Such a bothersome evening this has been. So inconvenient and fruitless. Finally, you are convinced that you are alone. And you are… with me.

Here’s your pasta. (not very creepy. Worth the read though.)

The Never-Ending Road

In Corona, California there once was a road known by most locals as the Never Ending Road. Specifically, the road’s true name was Lester Road. Now, over twenty years later, the landscape of Corona has changed, and the Never Ending Road is no more. However, years ago, Lester Road was an unlit road that people claimed became a never ending road when driven at night. The people who made such a drive were never seen from again.

The legend became so well-known that people refused to even drive Lester Road during the day. One night, like many teens my age, I drove up Lester Road, but only a short distance, and in my headlights it did look like it went on forever. Frightened, I quickly turned around, because if I continued up the road, I thought I might never return again.

Perpetuation of the legend convinced local law enforcement to investigate. Lester Road took a sharp left turn at its end, and there were no guard rails. Beyond the curve lay a canyon, and on the other side of the canyon was another road that lined up so well with Lester Road that when viewed from the correct angle, especially at night, the canyon vanished from sight, and the road seemed to continue on up and over the hill on the other side of the canyon. Upon investigation of the canyon, dozens of cars were found, fallen to their doom, with the decomposing bodies of the victims still strapped to their seats.

Anyway, how are you guys are you hungry for pasta?

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