The insane girls are at the door again. The door is shaking. I was told to go to school and get friends, go to parties and get girls, go to work and get money, go to clubs and get girls. Got a girl? Get kids. Get a house, get a garden, get a car, a TV, a computer, an iPhone, the new iPhone. Get on and live well. Define your terms.
"What’s that about Arthur?"
"Er w-what sorry?"
"I don’t understand it Arthur, you always go for the same girls."
"A-and which are those Terry? Please, you go ahead and tell me"
"I would Arthur but I don’t remember their names. I mean, they were all well…normal!"
"Normal is good Terry."
"Don’t you want a girl like Olga, Arthur?"
"I don’t wanna hear it Terry."
"The craziest shit comes out that woman’s mouth, it’s unbelievable."
"I don’t wanna hear it."
"I want a girl that hates her parents or better yet has no parents."
The girls are on screen but something is putting me off. My door moved, I think it moved. The girls, back to the girls. It moved again! Is it locked, is it moving while I look at it? Is it slightly ajar? The black gap between the door and its frame is widening but then is it? It looks the same as it was. The girls. A bang, was it below me? More banging, like tiny hammers all around the house, getting louder and faster; clacking and clacking. The door is shaking and the walls are cracking and my head is throbbing; a sharp seething pain…an eye! Through the black, the crack of the door, I saw an eye! I want to scream and shout but no one would hear. The house is empty, what life that could live here, a loving family with bright kids and a dog but it’s not, it’s just me. There I am sinking into the floor, unable to move or think. The light goes out, the door swings open and screams fill the house.