Disconnected

Not Yet In Service

Michigan, July 25, 2004 | 8:30 PM

It was a quite night for Orlando's Residence. Watching The 70's Show with the family. Everyone is in bright smile, until... "Somebody should pick of the phone."

"Not me."
"Me, Either."
Everyone is looking to Clementine. "What, We're on the best part, dad."
"Come on, Clem. Only 2 meters there." Alright, alright, she gasped.

"Hello. Orlando's Residence."

"Clementine Fox Orlando, you're in a puzzle. You can cheat death."

"Who are you? Is this a fucking joke? Huh, Elmer?" It's been a long time since the two lovers has pranking each other. But this time, everything got into some serious thing.

"No, but You can't cheat death, at this moment." Shesh! Fuck you! She qscream. She hang off the old fashioned blue phone, it's not a great time for some prank. It's the 70's Show, Orlando's favourite tv show! They can't miss any episode, especially it the season finale.

"Dad, can you check the telephone history in my Verizona's Account?"
"Dad!" No one still answering.

Banana bana, potty, mima, she's a moo, moody, Judie, Banana!

"Miranda, Joe, Dad! Stop making jokes!" As she comes to the living room, the tv is out of signal, sound of a signal less television. Her late mother, Lourella's vinyl. But who the fuck is playing Banana Mana Potty in the middle of the night?

Jesus Christ! Joe, Miranda and his Dad bodies' in the ground, lying in the ground, dead. She screams. She gasped. Every thing in negative. Her family's bodies we're out of clothes, naked dead.

YOU. SEE. IF YOU DON'T FOLLOW ME, YOU CANT CHEAT DEAD.

Unfulfilling words are written in blood, a pure red blood. Written in a mirror in a house full of windowless wall.

YOU. LEAVE. THE. HOUSE. OR. DIE.

She runs into her bedroom, she gets her bag, her mom's favourite bag, te bag that her mother use in her 16th birthday. She gets her phone, and she calling her 911 superhero, her boyfriend- Elmer.

"The number, you dialled is not yet in service. Please call 48184 for call assistance. Thank you." Piece of shit.

The eased telephone is ringing, faster than the normal one. "Why don't you just kill me!"

"Clem... Clem... You need to listen..." Elmer, it's Elmer who knows, if Elmer plans all these things, right?

"Elmer, if you fucking all these fucking piece of bullshit things, this is not a fucking funny. Fuck yourself!"

"Clem... What are you saying!? Mom.. and Dad... Is... Dead."

"We're on the same path, Elmer! They're all dead! My family is dead. They're. Dead!

What about our Allan and Albert, are they alright?"

Elmer answers in silence. Silence means yes, they say. Albert breathes out.

"What have you done to... Our sons!" Every thing is not on a mood. The Orlando's are dead, and they're sons we're lifeless in a craddle.

"I'm so sorry, Clem. I try my best, I. I. I. I. I. I. I. I. I. I. I. The number you dialled is not yet in service. Please call 418373 for a call assistance. Thank you."