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.
