It was dark still, and only about 6:00.
I was told to go wake my brother by my mother, so I did.
I went up the stairs and walked to my brother's room, entered,
and proceeded to walk over to him.
He looked slightly awake, but I couldn't be sure.
So, I extended my hand to poke his forehead and he screamed!
Well, more like yelped,
"WHAT'RE YOU DOING!?"
I was taken aback and literally stepped backwards,
and me and my brother both were like "Whoa."
I was like "What the hell, Michael?"
And he shook his head and stuffed it under the blankets.
I pointed to the time and said,
"You can start getting dressed at 6:15, but no later"
He then replied with, "6:15? What're you crazy?"
I explained how he had 15 extra minutes to chill before mum came upstairs at 6:30.
And how if he was quick enough, he wouldn't even need those 15 extra minutes.
Then I went to go sit down, replaying what happened in my head. It was like a mini horror film, sort of.
I then asked, after a few minutes of silence,
"What the hell was that?"
And he said "You were coming to me...
and I haven't slept, and you looked blurry and I couldn't really see you."
I was slightly skeptic at first that he couldn't see me,
and asked "What the hell DID you see?"
Which he explained, "I saw a man.. coming to me."
So I stood silent for awhile, and then replied,
"You scared the hell out of me."
And he nodded and mumbled, "Mhm.."
And went downstairs.
s**t's odd in my house. o .o';
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