My sister layed there, sprawled out on the sofa; eyes glued to the television. She was in one of her horror movie phases where she watched a different horror movie everyday. Today it was Nightmare on Elm Street. You could tell she was engrossed in it from the way her little hand was gripping the edge of the sofa. My sister, whose name was Miracle, was quite petite. She only stood about four ten, actually. She had black hair, cut in choppy layers and side swept bangs. There was a small, silver stud in her nose from when she had gotten it pierced a few years ago. Her eighteenth birthday had just been a couple days ago. Overall, she was rather appealing to the eye. Though I would never tell her that.
We were a few notches above normal sibling rivalry, even though I was only a year older. She was always telling me what a dick, asshole, or jackass I was. Probably because I was always teasing her which made her pissed off at me. She also said that I was to full of myself. Which was true, to some extent.
From my place on the stairs, I continued to gaze over at her. Then, I got an idea.
Casually, I walked past her heading for the front door. "Bye, Miracle. I’m going to play basketball with some friends." I said.
"Mhm," she said absentmindedly, waving her hand for me to go away.
With that I closed the front door, after I was outside. Walking around to the back of the house, I crept in the back door -- luckily it was open. Hoping I was unheard, I tiptoed down the hall and up the steps to my room. Picking up my cell phone, I cleared my throat. I dialed the house number, and waited.
"Mmm?" said.
"Hey baby." I said into the phone, mustering my best Freddy Krueger voice. Then, I hung up. Waiting five minutes, I called again.
"Hello?" Miracle said after the phone rang several times.
"I see you Miracle. How's your movie?" I asked her, still sounding like Freddy. I hung up. Then, I called once more.
"Don't fall asleep, Miracle." I whispered, referring to how Freddy Krueger killed his victims in their sleep. I closed my phone before she could speak. I was aiming to make her terrified. Hopefully it was working. I pressed redial.
"Freddy's comin' for you, baby." I whispered into the phone. Ending the call, I chuckled softly to myself. Then, I decided that was good enough.
Getting up, I walked downstairs quietly to see the back of the couch, and Miracle sitting up, frozen in place. Perfect, I thought. Determinded to be unseen and unheard, I tiptoed to the light switch and flicked it out, then ducked behind the couch. She whimpered softly. Crawling to the side of the sofa, I kneeled. Waiting for the right time, I finally did it. "BOO!" I screamed, jumping out, to the side of her. Startled, she fell off of the couch, onto the floor.
"Oliver, you fucking bastard! I'm gonna kill you! I'm gonna get you! OLIVER!" she screamed loud enough to wake the dead. I stood there, doubled over with laughter, tears coming down my eyes.
Finally, I calmed down, while she laid there with an angry look on her face. "Damn, I just love it when you scream my name like that." I teased her. I often did things like this, with no intention of actually meaning it.
"You're such a fucking bitch. I hate you," she snarled, standing up and storming out of the room. Talk about not being able to take a joke. I rolled my eyes, and flopped out on the couch. Turning off the movie, I turned the channel to Jerry Springer.
After awhile, I thought I heard something. I couldn't make out what it was. Pausing the television, I listened. It was coming from upstairs. I followed the voice, and it lead me to my sister's room. Opening the door I found her, sitting on her bed... crying! I never thought that I would see the day she would cry. You have to know she was one of those 'tough' girls who could and would 'tell off' just about everyone.
