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The Stories They Tell

“Wait! DJ….Where have you said that name before?” Blue eyes stared in wonder at the tired figure sitting on the counter top.

“I’ve mentioned her once or twice before, in my other stories, Tenn.” Brown eyes stared back, an amused glint hidden in an otherwise blank expression.

“Who is she, though?”

“You’ll find out eventually, Tenn.”

“But Twiittcchhhhyyyy! I wanna knooowww!!”

“Whining won’t get you anywhere, Tenn. How about you just listen?” A knocking on the front door of the house interrupted them, and Tenn jumped up, quickly jogging towards the door to answer it.

A man with long black hair that seemed to reach his waist stood on the porch. Over his mouth was a black and red metal facemask, which covered the entire lower-half of his face.

“Uhh...is Twitch here?”

“Oh! Yeah! Twitchy!! Some dude he’s for you!”

“That’s JJ.” Twitch jumped off the counter, crossing their arms as they regarded the new arrival. “What do you want?”

“Your dad wants you home. I had gone over to see if you were home, and he told you aren’t answering your phone again.”

“Well, tell him I’m fine. Just hanging out with Sophia like I told him.” They grit their teeth while speaking, their words hissing out.

“I think you should tell him yourself, Twitch.” JJ looked at them expectantly, also crossing his arms, purposefully mimicking Twitch’s stance. They sigh, a growl rolling out underneath it.

“Fine. I’ll see ya tomorrow, Tenn.” Twitch grabs their bag from by the door, and exits the house.

“Oh...see ya, Twitchy!” The small redhead waves bye to their friend, closing the door and turning to head back towards her kitchen.

She looks into the living room, just by her front door, and jumps when she notices the TV, now on and full of static.

“Weird….We haven’t even been in here…” On the screen, random flashes of green would flood the entirety of it, before returning to the classic radio static. Tenn goes to turn it off, but every time she’d press the power button, the screen would just flash that green color, as if in protest.

Finally, she yanked the power cord from the wall, and the screen went black.

“Well, that was just unnecessary…” She turns to head out of the room.

“You shouldn’t have done that.”

She screams, flailing back and almost knocking into the TV. She manages to catch herself just before crashing down, and whips her head around to try and find the source of the voice.

Just in the corner, by the door, all Tenn can see is a silver glow seeming to form a cracked pattern in the shadows.

“Do you believe in what they say, Tenn? Or do you think they are really just stories? I think it’d be a smart idea to start thinking about the stories they tell.”

Reality isn’t always what it seems.