Suzy’s Strange Saga
You might as well try your key, if it doesn’t fit then you can ring the bell.
You try your key. It works! Maybe you live here after all.
It’s pitch dark inside and you fumble around for a light switch on the wall, but apparently it doesn’t work which already seems like something that would happen in your own house. Unable to achieve illumination that way, you see the silhouette of a lamp in the darkness and you head to it. Unfortunately you end up tripping over a bunch of shit in the dark, because apparently the furniture is arranged differently in this house.
You end up breaking the lamp in the process of trying to turn it on. You curse and just sit in the dark for a moment holding on to your bruised shin and knee. You then attempt to carefully get up since the last thing you want is broken shards of the lamp in your hand or anywhere else in your body.
Just as you’re about to carefully make your way to the kitchen and turn the light on there, you hear a creaking noise. Sounds like it’s coming from upstairs.
You go in that direction just in time to see a figure at the top of the stairs followed by the muzzle blast of a double-barreled shotgun. The impact throws you against the wall and you wheeze for breath and cough up blood.
“Got that fucking burglar!” you hear a vaguely familiar voice shout as you bleed out.
“George?! Is it safe?” another voice calls out. Sounds female and you can’t believe you’re hearing it after all these years…either of the voices actually. But especially hers…
Suddenly the upstairs light comes on which provides just enough illumination to shine down on you and the voice of who you now know belongs to your father becomes very panicked.
“OH SHIT! OH FUCK! BERTHA! BERTHA! CALL 911!” your father shouts and runs down the stairs nearly tripping the process.
He drops the shotgun and goes over to you, but you’re already well on your way to death.
“Suzy! Oh my fucking god! I didn’t mean to…what are you even doing here?! I thought you were visiting Saturday! I didn’t even know you still had a key to the house! Oh shit! No! Hang on!”
While your dad attempts to hold you, your mother who apparently is also very much alive in this reality still doesn’t quite know what’s going on until she sees the carnage.
“SUZY! NO! GEORGE WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!?” your mom screams and runs down the stairs.
“I didn’t know! I didn’t know!” your father exclaims.
You can’t talk or do anything except gurgle and choke on blood right now, but as the light begins to fade from your eyes and the life starts leaving your body, you watch your mother approach and tearfully embrace your bloody body.
And somehow seeing your mother one last time before you die doesn’t make it quite so bad.
You just wish it had been under better conditions.
You try your key. It works! Maybe you live here after all.
It’s pitch dark inside and you fumble around for a light switch on the wall, but apparently it doesn’t work which already seems like something that would happen in your own house. Unable to achieve illumination that way, you see the silhouette of a lamp in the darkness and you head to it. Unfortunately you end up tripping over a bunch of shit in the dark, because apparently the furniture is arranged differently in this house.
You end up breaking the lamp in the process of trying to turn it on. You curse and just sit in the dark for a moment holding on to your bruised shin and knee. You then attempt to carefully get up since the last thing you want is broken shards of the lamp in your hand or anywhere else in your body.
Just as you’re about to carefully make your way to the kitchen and turn the light on there, you hear a creaking noise. Sounds like it’s coming from upstairs.
You go in that direction just in time to see a figure at the top of the stairs followed by the muzzle blast of a double-barreled shotgun. The impact throws you against the wall and you wheeze for breath and cough up blood.
“Got that fucking burglar!” you hear a vaguely familiar voice shout as you bleed out.
“George?! Is it safe?” another voice calls out. Sounds female and you can’t believe you’re hearing it after all these years…either of the voices actually. But especially hers…
Suddenly the upstairs light comes on which provides just enough illumination to shine down on you and the voice of who you now know belongs to your father becomes very panicked.
“OH SHIT! OH FUCK! BERTHA! BERTHA! CALL 911!” your father shouts and runs down the stairs nearly tripping the process.
He drops the shotgun and goes over to you, but you’re already well on your way to death.
“Suzy! Oh my fucking god! I didn’t mean to…what are you even doing here?! I thought you were visiting Saturday! I didn’t even know you still had a key to the house! Oh shit! No! Hang on!”
While your dad attempts to hold you, your mother who apparently is also very much alive in this reality still doesn’t quite know what’s going on until she sees the carnage.
“SUZY! NO! GEORGE WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!?” your mom screams and runs down the stairs.
“I didn’t know! I didn’t know!” your father exclaims.
You can’t talk or do anything except gurgle and choke on blood right now, but as the light begins to fade from your eyes and the life starts leaving your body, you watch your mother approach and tearfully embrace your bloody body.
And somehow seeing your mother one last time before you die doesn’t make it quite so bad.
You just wish it had been under better conditions.
