Skip to main content

"Distractible"

Procrastinating is such an oddity. It's often viewed as a negative thing, drawing you away from the important things that need to be done. On the other hand, procrastinating draws you away from things you'd rather not face for an extended amount of time. One of those things may be the fact of there being nothing left for you to do, or perhaps distracting you from dramatic events presenting themselves in your life. Or perhaps they are drawing you away from something darker.

Sitting around my apartment, I noticed some things I needed to get done. After all, I had been working far too long to get anything done those days. I hated living like a slob, but when I only ever have one day a week to get things done, it is out of my control.
Don't get my wrong, my apartment wasn't exactly sloppy. Sure, there may be some trash laying around my chairs and bed. There may be some bowls laying on counter tops and in my sink, but it wasn't like I was living in an episode of Hoarders. I wasn't proud of it either. But today was the day I'd finally gotten off of work, and I wanted for nothing more than to spend it cleaning and getting things caught up around here. It didn't bother me much, as there wasn't anything to do in this town anyways. I had no one extra to spend my time with.
As I found myself waking up, I made myself some cereal for breakfast and went back to my computer desk in my bedroom. It's probably a bad habit, but often times I will find myself eating while watching television or something of the sort. Lately, the habit has shifted to watching videos online. Today was no exception.
I found myself booting up my computer and returning to the main video website. One of the first videos that popped up was one of someone exploring the hidden meaning behind a seemingly dark humored video series. I'd never really heard of the series, so I clicked on the video and watched a few minutes in.
I wanted to enjoy the video, but with the banging going on in the apartment upstairs, it was hard to focus. I really hated this apartment complex. I pay far too much for rent for this place. I plugged in my headphones and turned the volume up louder to drown out the banging.
I restarted the video and it began talking about the series entitled, "Oh, Brother". I know, how original of a title. The man in the video talked about how the series was about two friends that competed in challenges a little out of the ordinary, and found some background lore surrounding what may really be going on. There was something about how he described the videos, as well as the few screenshots that appeared in the video, that made me curious in wanting to check out the series.
I knew I didn't have the time to watch all of them, but it wouldn't hurt to see one or two. Maybe I could pull some up on my phone later and listen while I'm doing dishes, I thought. It sounded good enough on paper, so I decided to follow through. I left the video and searched for the 'Oh, Brother' series. I ended up stumbling upon a playlist of about 5 videos. I clicked the first video.
The video started out with these two guys riding their bikes. One of them said they didn't really know how to ride their bike, but was trying anyways. They then told the story of how when they were a kid, they rode their bike down a hill and crashed their bike into the side of a brick building. The other guy told a similar story, but the thing they hit when they rode their bike downhill was far different. It was into the side of a car. The car's horn started blaring and a ton of people came out and started yelling at him. They both laughed and the video ended.
The next video had them bringing their camera to a burning building. I was in shock. Was this their apartment complex that was burning? My question would soon be answered when they began speaking of their twisted new game. They said they'd take turns making their way into the burning building. The person to rescue the most people would win. You could see one of them was hesitant, but they each took turns. The one outside would hold the camera and talk about how cool and dangerous their situation was. As the video concluded, neither of them rescued anyone. Thankfully, they put a disclaimer at the end where they said nobody was injured in this video.
I almost didn't have the heart to go to the next video. One of the guys was substituting a class of kindergarteners. The other had the camera and was sitting outside, saying he was going to start another game with his friend. He crawled in through the window and his friend, the Sub, was disgruntled about this situation. There was a jump cut to the Sub looking at the camera and his face shifting from worried to a forced smile. They each took turns teaching the class. I was unsure what the goal of their little game was, but it was clear things were getting darker.
By the time I'd reached the end of the third video, I figured I had waisted enough time and grabbed my phone with a pair of headphones. I plugged them in, put them on, and played the theory video about the series, once again. I was done with the series and wanted to learn the big deal before carrying on with my day.
With my phone in hand, I made my way to the kitchen. My heart stopped when I saw my cabinets had been ripped open and there were a bunch of opened bags of food strewn all over the cabinets and the floor. It looked chaotic. Someone had broken in and done this.
I ripped off my headset and dialed the police. As I waited for them to answer, I looked to the windows. They were all locked and unbroken. I turned to my front and back doors. Both were locked and bolted. There was no sign that anyone had even come in. Then another thought sent a chill down my spine and my blood run cold. This could also mean they never left.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

"Hooked"

T he summer can be the perfect time to get away, to unwind while kicking your feet into the cool water while the hot sun is beaming down on you. But what if the bright summer sky was hiding behind it something even darker? I had been waiting for today all week. They'd finally opened the stream up for fishing. I was a little upset at the fact they'd decided to raise prices, but I didn't care, it was a nice day outside and I wasn't about to waste it sitting inside when I could be fishing. With my tacklebox in hand and my fishing pole in the other, I made my way to my truck. I threw everything in the back seat. I was about to head to the driver's seat but hesitated when I thought about bringing my cooler. I had one in the back ready for fish, as well as housing some canisters of worms. But what if I brought one along for some drinks? After a few moments I decided it might not be the greatest idea. It would be too much to carry and I didn't trust anyone that...

"The Light"

  My day off from work was supposed to be a day for me to relax and unwind and rest. The past few days had been incredibly stressful, from hateful customers to managers that expected everyone to do their jobs for them, and everything in between. It was nice to finally have that down time to spend away from all that. I'd decided to spend my time, not to get things done around the house, but to play a new game I'd been hooked on lately. It was this puzzle game where every room is seemingly randomly generated, each with clean and clever puzzles. After booting up the game, I was presented a room with white padded tiles all over the walls. There were a few green, red, and blue squares. I guess my job was to manipulate those tiles somehow to get me from where I was no, up to the top of the level. I looked around the room and could barely make out an opening. I pressed a single button to get myself started when the light in my bedroom burnt out, leaving me shrouded in darkness...

"Checkmate"

W hen my best friend and I got into a small disagreement, I didn't think all that much of it afterward. When he and I fought, it didn't really end in much besides us stepping away from each other for a few hours before reuniting as if nothing had previously taken place. I knew it meant we had a strong friendship. The argument we just had, however, was completely different from the small disagreements we usually had. Instead of it being about videogames of films, this one got a little personal. Pretty much, I had deeply judged the guy because he wasn't a fan of my speedrun tournament. He swore that I had agreed to hang out with him just before going live with my greatest world record speedrun attempt yet, one I had been spending three weeks practicing for. Before we went our separate ways, instead of wishing me luck or doing our usually angred goodbyes, he snickered at me, saying "Good luck with your stream." Before I could ask him what that was about, he left ...