Wednesday, April 20, 2011

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.

15 comments:

Candice said...

Sometimes the best pranks/scares are the ones that happen accidentally like that. I will never forget the time I unintentionally scared my husband and literally made him scream like a girl. It was awesome.

Chanel said...

Well, it worked out well.

Too bad you laughed. The outcome of you jumping out and scaring him might have led to him running from the room...

Michael Offutt said...

You are quite the prankster Charlie. Love the drawings. You should do cover art imo.

Bryan M. White said...

Your brother is huge!

Emily White said...

Bwahahahaha! Oh my goodness, that is hilarious. It was so good, I had to share it with my husband. And the pictures to go along with it are perfect.

Mark said...

The hate flows still today.

HATE

Brent Wescott said...

I don't think Fraggle Rock gets enough credit for being creepy. Thanks for pointing out the trash heap.

Love the trash monster drawings.

Chanel said...

You have an award waiting for you. You might want this one. It's pretty fun.

Alyson said...

I totally agree that the trash monster in Fragile Rock was creepy! Your trash pile drawing is amazing though.

Anonymous said...

There is certain relief in change, even though it be from bad to worse; as I have found in travelling in a stage-coach, that it is often a comfort to shift one's position and be bruised in a new place.

Charlie Pulsipher said...

Candice- Planned or unplanned, they are always fun.

Chanel- Mark isn't a runner. Since I scare a lot, I have learned that the fight or flight reactions are true, but people lean toward one or the other. Mark leans toward fight, as do several other friends, hence the almost being shot, kicked, punched, and so forth.

Michael- Kinda silly cover art, but thank you. Once my book is finished, that may be a route I'll explore if I self pub.

Bryan- Yes, yes he is.

Emily- Thank you. Share it all you want.

Mark- That's what you get!

Brent- Seriously...creepy. Thank you.

Chanel- Thanks! I continue to be on the edge of famous...and by the edge I mean very very far away.

Alyson- And when it sings...oh so creepy. Thank you. I am very pleased with how that drawing came out. :)

Charlie Pulsipher said...

Anon- Thanks...Washington Irving?...

Apoliticism said...

Keeping from laughing is seriously the hardest part of scaring people (scaring or scarring? Does it matter?)

dbs said...

Dude. Think about what you pulled over yourself from that closet. I think you got punked too. At least you had cheetos though.

Charlie Pulsipher said...

Jared- Yes it is sometimes. So many funny images go through your head just before the scare. Good times.

dbs- I know. I try not to think about it much now.

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