text: [Themes: horror]
  
  Scott quickly began picking up items in the house and putting them up. His last task to was to put the trash out in the garage. He gathered the bag and tied off the neck and rushed to the garage door. He opened the door and flipped the light and a pop sound came from inside and the light bulb flashed and went dark.
  
  Scott peered nervously into the garage. "Mom! The garage light blew out!" He yelled over his shoulder.
  
  "New bulbs are under the kitchen sink." His mother responded.
  
  "Shit." Scott muttered under his breath.
  
  > leave the Trash by the garage door
  Scott decides it would be better to deal with the trash when there is daylight out.. He did not feel up to dealing with the dark of the garage tonight. He hates the drive to Adam's house too when it gets dark. Maybe he should just go to bed?
  
  > go to Bed
  Scott ultimately decides to face his fear and go to the party.
  
  That night he laid his clothes out on his chair for the party. He opened his closet door and only glanced in. He left the door open which is something he never does. He put his flashlight in the bedside table and plugged in his cell phone. He stood at his doorway with his hand on the light switch and took a big deep breath. He flipped the light off, and walked as calmly as he could to his bed and got in. He did not pull the covers up, he merely laid his back staring at the ceiling. Perspiration was forming on his forehead from anxiety. He wiped it away shutting his eyes.
  
  A thump sound suddenly came from his closet. He bolted straight up in bed, and fumbled for his flashlight in the drawer. THUMP, BA DA BUMP BUMP drummed out from his closet. He could hear his heart beat thundering in his ears, so he wasn't sure if it was his heart or the sound came from the closet that time.
  
  Finally locating his flashlight and flipping it on, he turned the beam toward his open closet. Cloths were swinging back and forth as if someone had passed by them and brushed them. Ice cold terror smacked him in the chest. He couldn't breathe. He struggled to take in air darting the beam from the flashlight around his room in search of the intruder.
  
  He chokes and is able to finally take in a breath and scream, "Mom! I need you!" trying to sound calm and failing miserably.
  
  It felt like forever but his bedroom door finally swings open with his mother standing in the doorway.
  
  What Scott? What's Wrong?" She asked turning the flipping the light on and walked over to him with a look of concern.
  
  Wide eyed staring into his closet, skin pale white, and panting, Scott Said, "something is in my closet mom."
  
  She turned to look at his closet to see his cloths still swaying slightly. "In your closet?" she stood and walked over to the closet reached up and clicked the chain, and light bathed the compartment. "There is nothing in here baby.' She said turning back toward Scott.
  
  "Lo-...lo-.... Look mom, my cloths are still moving. Something made them move."
  
  "She looked back over her shoulder. "Oh son, the air conditioner probably caused them to move. Do you need to come sleep with me tonight baby boy?" She said in that soothing mommy tone.
  
  It really pissed him off for her to treat him like a baby. His face flushed with anger and embarrassment.
  
  > He tell's her he is too big to sleep in her room
  "No Mom! I am not a baby anymore! I am 15. I can't sleep with my mom" He declared.
  
  "oh, is that right?" mom said amused. "well, I am sorry. Your alright then?"
  
  He climbed out of the bed and shut his closet door. He turned to his chair with the cloths and hung them on the back of his closet so he could tell if the door moved. "yes, mom. I am fine." he insisted walking back to his bed.
  
  "Okay then. Good night." she flipped the light off and shut the door.
  
  Scott turned his flashlight back on and leaned against the headboard pointing it at his closet determined to catch whatever was in there. He must have drifted off because His head snapped up to a loud THUMP! BA! DA! BUMP! He sat straight up and pointed his flashlight toward his closet. The door was standing wide open and his cloths were gone that he had hung on the back of it. Terror gripped him like he had never known before. Urine leaked out of him, but he couldn't think about that right now. "MOM! MOMMY! He screamed in terror. He screamed for her a long time but she never came. He thought she must be asleep with her ear plug in. He was frozen, not knowing what to do.
  
  > go wake mom up and hope you make it
  Scott, decides he has to make a move. He throws back the covers and sprints for his door and flings the door open. He runs down the hall to his mothers room and swings the door open. He can see her sleeping in the moonlight. He turns to look behind him with his flashlight, but nothing is there. He decides to lay down next to his mom and not wake her. He realizes the air conditioner probably popped the door open of his closet and made the cloths fall of the door. He feels stupid, but he isn't going back to his room.
  
  He wakes in the morning to the smell of breakfast cooking. He smiles to himself rolling over in his mothers bed and gets up to head down to eat breakfast.
  
  He walked down to the kitchen and located a plate with sausage and eggs waiting for him. He inhaled the fresh breakfast without breathing. The sausage tasted funny but it was really good, and he was famished.
  
  He started for a the garage and found a note on the closed garage door. It said, "Who was that in your mothers bed with you last night?"
  
  "What?" he says confused. Scott, pushed the garage door open and walks in while still looking down at the note in his hand. He unconsciously flips the light switch to the on position and yellow light fills the room. There is the yellow glare was his mother's body hanging from a meat hook. she had been gutted. Her cutting block was there on the tool counter with some of her intestines and one of her arms in a grinder. His stomach lurched when he realized why the sausage tasted strange. "then who was in mom's bed last night?" he said out loud as the lights flickered and went off, he turned to run when the lights flickered again coming back on, and there, hanging on the door, were his clothes, He looked closely and black eyes stared out from the door over his shirt. The door slammed shut. A soft evil chuckle could be heard, and then Scott's screams. Scott never made it to the party.