It was a dark and stormy night... Really, I don't wanna start that way, but it really was a dark and extremely stormy night. Plus the power was off, and there was a crazed monster after us, but hey, I like to start it boring. I suppose I should tell you from the beginning what happened, but you should know that if you hate creepy things, go away now, as some of the things my friends and I have seen are rated a ten on the creepy scale. Anyway, it started off as a usual Monday, slightly cloudy, and I had started my little wall to school. It was a boring route, through our little town of Granville (nice name, huh? Makes you think of a granny infested town) seeing the same old faces every day. I'm not exactly a popular person, what with my height being topped at five and a half feet, at the age of 17. Plus the fact my muscle build is little more than a string bean. So yeah, I'm a shrimp, but with wavy brown hair and a nice smile (yeah, thanks mom) I could say I was reasonably attractive. And the name Thomas was okay, I guess. But compare me to my 6'1", muscular and twinkling smile best friend Ethan, with his jet black hair and emerald eyes, and you have a no brainer on who gets the girls. I'm not even sure how we ended up as best friends. Maybe it was the fact that I'm so tiny I was picked on a lot, and he stood up for me, that we grew some sort if bond. Good to have someone like that in my life. As I was saying, two minutes of the ten it takes to get to school I was joined by said best friend, with his dazzling twin sister Jessie, who happened I only be a few inches taller than me, three at the most, with beautiful pale skin and the same smile as her brother. I know, she's way out if my league, but it's nice to be able to talk to her sometimes. Ethan keeps trying to hook us up for some reason, and today was no exception. "Hey Thomas!" He waved at me, crossing the street with Jessie. He immediately stumbled, *accidentally* pushing her into me, but for all the luck in the world I couldn't hold her and I collapsed backward, with Jessie on top. I swear, you couldn't get more red than I was at that moment. But, wouldn't you know it, she ignored me, getting up and calmly kept walking. "Well, that went over well!" Ethan said with a fake cheerfulness I could plainly see through. I've heard actors with less enthusiasm for it though. "You shoulda helped her up!" I glared at him with a little anger, and also some embarrassment. "You know I'm a little weakling, right? I can't catch a football, for heavens sake. And you throw your sister at me?" My voice, contrary to my appearance, is quite lower than you'd expect, like a tuba noise from a trumpet. We set off, Ethan happily explaining his helping tactics to me while I point out his errors, on the first of many bad days to come.
Even at school though, the day was boring and bleak. Classes passed like clouds in the sky - as slowly as possible. But I didn't care. I barely payed attention anyway. I had 90% in all my courses, and my photographic memory definitely helped with that. But I didn't write this to tell you about my school marks. What I should be relying you about is a guy named Rykes. Short dude (bigger than me though) but with muscles to put Arnold the Terminator to shame, glassy blue eyes with odd blackish-grey hair (I suspected he dyed it at that time)He refused to join any sports, and all the captains of the teams grumbled about it. What was odd was that he had zero friends. Even lovable little me couldn't get through the wall of ice around this guy. But, it wasn't anything we did. It was all him. He wanted to be left alone, by himself. That very same day, we found out why. Though, the day was only different because Ethan was telling me about this great old mansion he had discovered, in the middle of the forest. Nothing creepy about that. Anyway, he was telling me his great plan to make it into a clubhouse, when I butted in. "Wait a moment. What club?" I rumbled (no joke, I'm told my voice rumbles). "I was never told about any 'club'" The anxiety in my voice was barely noticed due to the very low tone of it. I didn't want to be part of any club! Guys like me, small and wimpy, don't join clubs, because then the big tough jocks know exactly where you'll be at exactly what time! "Don't worry, man!" He waved my fears away with a smile. "It's the par-tay club!" He grins at me, awaiting my reaction. This is such reaction I had. Imagine the cartoon jaw drops that happen when something unbelievable happens or a very beautiful woman enters the room. Now, that was about ten times worse than my reaction. Mine was just a normal jaw drop (gotcha there, didn't I?). Anyway, this new "Par-Tay" club was every Friday afternoon, where there was a giant party at the totally non-creepy mansion. Of course, before we could get it up and running there was back-breaking work to do with the cleaning and wiring of the house. Because it my... Tender body, I did all the wiring, which happily there was little to be done, just enough that I needed to fix it so it would work again. I don't wanna bore you with the work details - nobody really wants to hear about me wiring in new lights, do they? Of course, that was the easy part. The hard part was notifying everyone about our new club. I left that to Ethan, seeing as he gathers a lot of people who listen to him. The odd thing was, when I was leaving the mansion I thought I had heard a small giggle, like that of a little girl, somewhere within. Well, back then I knew ghosts and all that were fake, so why worry? I shut the door, whistling a merry tune. Only to trip for no reason off the from porch, fall face first into the bushes where a swarm of not-very-happy bees greeted me. Needless to say, it hurt. A lot.
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