The Thing - Part Two (Revenge)

My brother scared me, yelling "kitty" like some deranged monkey...that knew how to say words like "kitty" or "vegemite" but only while shouting. You should have read about it last week.

I began plotting my revenge. The scary movie marathon continued for several more days. That gave me plenty of time to manage a scare. I didn't sit down and diagram out my scheme. That might have turned out better. I'll do that next time.

I came home a little later from work another night. I heard the tv on in the other room, so I peaked around the corner.

He was obviously watching a scary movie. I thought this was my chance. I can jump out and scare him, but, as I spied on him and prepared myself for the scare, he started muttering to himself and pulled out the remote to turn the movie off. I don't know if it proved to be too scary for him or he finished it.

I sprinted silently down the hallway, like the ninja that I am. I jumped in his closet and piled clothes, trash, whatever was in there on top of myself. This was going to be good.

Mark came in a moment later.

I sat still, monitored my breathing, and thought about what I could do to scare him.

I could just scream really loud.

Or maybe crawl out once he's in bed and grab his foot and scream.

Or I could make a strange noise and make him come to me to investigate.

Then I would rise up in my debris mound like the trash heap from fraggle rock. That thing freaked me out. I figured it would do the same for my brother.

The thing about waiting to scare someone is you bottle up a lot of tension. You have to wind yourself up to the point of breaking, ready to move at lighting speed and scream at decibels you find uncomfortable. As I imagined what I might look like as I rose to my brother's horror. I thought he would pee his pants and scream like a little girl, but...

...the image proved too much for me and all that bundled tension. I burst out laughing. I immediately clapped my hand over my mouth.

Oh no! What had I done? The scare was ruined. I blew it. What a waste, right?

Well, not quite.

Seems a mad cackling laugh from your dark closet after watching scary movies for a week straight is just as horrifying as anything I had thought of.

He screamed, pulled me giggling from the closet, and dumped me out side his door.

I don't think I've scared him better.