Monday, May 17, 2010

Masked Attack

Let me paint you a picture in your mind...

It's right around midnight. I've just finished watching Marble Hornets and reading through the forums at Unfiction. I spend a little bit of time surfing the Internet, and fire off some good night texts to Amelia before knocking on Ted's door to see if he wants to do anything tomorrow. He, of course, lets me in.

Where I'm then blessed by a full frontal assault on my eyeballs as I see him laying naked on his bed, watching television. My first gut instinct is to scream. Then throw something at his junk. But, at this point, I'm used to his shenanigans. We have a short conversation, him sexually harassing me the entire time trying to "get me in bed with his hawtness" (his words), and I head back to my room to sleep.

At around 3 a.m., I slowly stir. I have a vague sense of unease as my eyes try to open, but are held down by sleep. And that's when I hear a tiny rustling noise in my room, right next to my bed. I figured it was just a paper blowing because of my fan, but it gave me the motivation I needed to open my eyes completely. Rolling over, I am greeted by the Masked Man, crouching in my room, inches from my face, head tilted unnaturally.

Shouting, I shove him away, body on autopilot, grabbing at the baseball bat I leave in the crack between my bed and the wall. I jump off the bed, standing over the Masked Man, bat about to come crashing on his head... when I realize he's laughing. He's laughing Ted's laugh. Reaching down, I tug the mask off my asshole roommate's face, who is rolling on the floor, laughing hysterically. I come within inches of hitting him with the bat, even after the realization of it being a prank, for being such an asshole.

Instead, I sit back down on my bed, adrenaline coursing through me. We both calm down, me from fright, him from mirth. Ted sits down beside me, gently rubbing my leg as though he were my lover (the rumors aren't true, for the record), and explains that the mask is why he was giggling so much all day and had locked himself away in his room. He dropped it in my lap, told me to keep it as a present, and then left. But not before making the eyeroll-inducing offer that I could sleep with him tonight if I got scared...

So I spent the rest of the night on a fear high, barely able to sleep... Going to try again now. Will probably edit in a photo of the mask later tonight. It's not the best craftsmanship (this is Ted we're talking about), but in the dark, its more than enough to give a fright...


  1. Adrenaline DOES tend to ruin sleep. Man...I feel bad, but I started laughing at this.

  2. Your roommate sounds very odd,