It was 11:08 pm.
Three girls were online, talking on Skype. Like they do every night, because they're freaking idiots.
They all needed sleep, and they all knew it. But of course they didn't. They loved talking to each other. They talked everyday. Doesn't matter what time it was. Like I said, they were all idiots.
They had bonded over two middle aged men because they were stalkers and had no life. One of the men was a ray of sunshine with deep black hair, and the other was pastel death and destruction with chestnut hair. *ahem* [Dan]
As they were talking, suddenly, the power went out. What the heck? There wasn't a storm. There was no weird weather. It just suddenly went out.
Normally, that wouldn't be an issue. The power can go out randomly, it does that. I think.
But what was strange was that it was only their three houses. And even their phones wouldn't work. They were fully charged. So why weren't they working?
Even weirder, their computers were still on. The only things on. But only Skype was working. Nothing else. They couldn't click off of Skype or open something new. They couldn't even click off of their call.
They stArTeD to worry. Asking each other what was going on. Why was the power out only at their houses? They could see the lights on inside the neighbor's houses. Unlike their own.
And why couldn't they click off of Skype? Why couldn't they click onto other things? Why was their phones off when they were mostly fully charged? What the herk is happening?
"Holy pink spinkeled balls?! This is such spoops!" Philly said in her deep and raspy voice because she sounds like an old man.
Kyla, of course, being the giggily dimwit she is, bursts out laughing.
"This isn't funny. It's strange, what's gonna happen?" Says the coconut looking Sam.
"What the fladoodle cakes is going on?! (I'm comic relief clearly)" Says Philly with fear slowly rising into her deep, raspy, old man like voice with a hint of emo girl tones.
"LETS MAKE PHOTOSHOPPED PICTURES OF US WHILE WE WAIT FOR POWER!<3" Says Kyla.
"How the heck did you just say that out loud?" Asks coconut like Sam.
"More importantly, you can't make photoshopped anything right now because nothing is opening you freaking idiot. Why the fudge balls. Is the power. Out." Says old man, emo girl, Philly.
"I don't kno-" Sam was trying to say, but something happened.
While she was talking, her audio started glitching and cutting out. It sounded demonic. Creepy. Something you didn't want to hear. At 11:10 pm. At night.
They all looked to her webcam thing. It froze. Her face was frozen, which would normally be okay considering Skype is crap and everything freezes and glitches, sometimes.
But this was different, the face it froze on, it was spoopy. There was fear in her stormy-blue eyes. Her facial expression struck like she'd just seen a murderer. And in this case. She did see a murderer.
Her screen went black, and there was a sharp, loud scream. It hurt the other's ears, considering they were all wearing headphones. The screaming stopped. The screen stayed black. And there was pure silence from coconut Sam's end.
"Umm... Sam? You there?" Kyla asks, wondering where her friend of almost four days went.
"Kyla. You heard the screams. SHE'S FRICKIN DEAD YOU IDIOT!" Old emo man girl Philly snapped. Anger piercing her voice. She's always so mean to smol bean Kyla.
