Day One

The sun glared through the second story window as it began to set, Caleb Weston, a blonde teenage boy, sat on his bed with black jeans and a white tee on, pushing b*****s and playing with his new toy, a small camcorder. He places it on a tripod that peered over the foot of his bed as he notices his friend entering his room with a cardboard box.

“Don’t you think you’re going a little overboard with this, dude?” His friend, Fletcher, says as he moved his brown hair from the center of his face.

“Not one bit,” Caleb says, bouncing off his bed. “I think it’s just right for what’s going on.” He takes a box cutter and opens the tan cube, ripping the fleshy tape in half. Fletcher reached in after Caleb opened it, pulling out a black elastic camera harness, looking at Caleb with a perfunct expression. Mockingly, Fletcher fluffed Caleb’s hair and in a British accent says,

“You are really out of your mind, good sir.” But in return, Caleb replies with an eccentric facial expression depicting the questionably of his mental state was, in fact, probable and possible along with a shrug of his shoulders.

“We may need these later on,” Caleb says about the harnesses, “You never know”

“You’re one joker, y’know that?” Fletcher replies, but in a quick turn of his head, Caleb stares at the door, then turning back to Fletcher.

“Gosh,” He says with a Goofy accent, “well y’know what? Living without laughter is a pretty boring life indeed, but then again, if there’s no laughter, then there would be no sense of what sorrow is if there is no happiness, guess they count each other out in a way.” His pupils dilate to a small black dot, “There can only be sadness if there is happiness” Caleb ends with a sigh and sits down on his bed once more. Fletcher on the other hand, grasps onto his stomach as he cannot stop himself from laughing, his lungs pour out onto the bedroom floor.

“Dear, God, that was so horrifying and hilarious at the same time,” He says, gasping, “please don’t ever do that again” He cried as he holds onto the bed stand. Caleb replied with a chuckle as he did not expect Fletcher to laugh so hysterically, but as the night crept closer to the two boys, Fletcher got a hold of himself and, while keeping that hold, he walked to his car in the driveway of the house, and slowly drove away, worrying about his friend’s obsession over his problem.

Caleb, on the other hand, wasted no time to turn on his camera which was sitting on the tripod, watching the blinking red dot slowly as he rounded up the words he was about to spit.

“Day one, of my, uh, of our video blog. My name is Caleb Weston, along with my friends, Fletcher Pantoja and Derrick Winslow, we will record my encounters with sleep paralysis,” He sighed as he shook his head, “well, it’s more than that, actually. I have been experiencing constant sleep problems; hearing voices that speak during and after sleep, I’ve been waking up in the middle of the night, not being able to move, but the worst of that, I’ve been waking up in places which I didn’t fall asleep at, I’d go to sleep at my bed, wake up on my couch, the stairway, or even the bathtub. This out of all of them, is truly disturbing to encounter.” He became to be a sweaty fit of words, but after he told the camera this, he looked down and back up, “My friends and I will investigate my problems and keep a video log, possibly daily. This is June sixth, 2018, and uh, stay tuned, I guess?” He became eager to shut the camera off, but his eyes shot up, becoming wider. “That’s right,” He murmured, “The name of operations for this will be called Lost But Not Alone. My mind might be lost, but I am not alone in figuring out why, I’m not alone in this.” He breathed deep as he wipes the sweat off his forehead. “Goodnight everyone, and wish me luck.” He says, fixing the placement of the camera on the tripod, keeping it plugged into the charger as he lays into bed, with boxers and a white tee, slowly falling into a light comatose. As hours pass, the camera only watched the sleepless boy, turning and jumping throughout the night, but soon, and quickly, turns off, no excess tape, no static, the film just stops, but when the camera comes back on, during the next light, when Caleb should be still in bed, he is absent and nowhere to be found in his room, but in the distance, an ambulance is heard as the front door is heard being opened.

But it is only five in the morning, who could possibly be coming in?

  • Puddin Tane

    This is a horrible read. The grammar and punctuation are atrocious. As for misspellings, well, I wasn’t able to finish reading it, it was that bad.

  • Jed

    0/5 I have no idea what’s going on here.