Allie’s Shack

It was mid-to late October of last year in the hazy town of Newport North Carolina. My best friend Allie and I decided to go to her house after returning from the beach. As we turned on to her street, we saw all the stoners outside their houses smoking, the burning tips of their cigarettes lit up the darkening sky, as the smoke rose silently into the cool blowing night air. See, Allie lived in one of the most drug- infested neighborhoods in Newport. It was filled with crappy old cars, old trailers that looked like they were going to collapse at any given moment, and a bunch of random cats running up and down the streets. Since it was October, a few houses did have bright orange jack lanterns smiling that creepy smile on their doorsteps, but that was about it for the decorations. As we pulled into Allies drive way, I could see her cat Louie, lying there on the couch, looking out the window at us. Louie is probably the fattest cat I have ever seen. When he walks, his belly touches the ground, literally. He looks like Garfield because he is orange too. When we got in, we went into her room to watch one of my favorite movies of all time, The Rocky Horror Picture Show. It was playing on Logo at eleven pm, so we had about an hour to kill. We ordered Chinese take-out, and downloaded some music on Allies beyond crappy computer. It was one of those old ones that moved super slow and took forever to load the internet. Of course, it took a little while any way to find one of the neighbors’ Wi-Fi signals, because Allie didn’t have Wi-Fi in her house, she just stole her neighbors’ signal and that took some time. I finally got the thing to load all the way, and started looking up some good music to download, Allie was sitting on her twin size bed eating the take-out, and watching T.V.

All was good until about 1:30am. Next door, some people were having a costume party. Allie, of course, decided to slingshot candy at all the non-sober people outside. She hit one guy right in the eye and he started screaming at her and charging toward the window on Allie’s wall. We shut it quick, but he still banged on it and screamed like crazy at us to open up. It was quite ironic because he was dressed like an axe murderer, and I really think he wanted to slice us. He had I think fake blood all over his face and body, and he was wearing crappy, ripped clothing, and carrying a rusty old axe. Eventually he went away back to the party after much threats directed toward us.

But of course, at around 3:30am, he came back for no reason, only this time trying to break open the front door! Allie and I were scared out of our minds. I really don’t know how he didn’t break in, Allie’s house was more like a large shack combined with a trailer, the type of thing you would expect to find in such neighborhoods. After about three minutes of banging, the noise just stopped, and everything went silent.

When we woke up the next morning, we found the guy passed out on the front porch. Allie and I just stared at him, we tried to poke him with a stick, but nothing. I guess it was all okay because when we came back from a drive that afternoon, he was gone, but that was pretty creepy, even for Halloween season in Allie’s neighborhood.