“EEEEEEEEK!” screamed the boy at the top of his lungs. If someone didn’t know better, they might have thought he was being attacked by a serial killer.
His best friend James shook his head and asked knowingly, “What is it this time, Timmy?”
“Look at that huge spider,” he stuttered.
“That one?” James stopped walking and glanced at a brown spider on the sidewalk. “It’s not that big. I’d say it’s of medium size at best.”
“Medium size? It’s huge and gross and creepy!” the blond protested.
James shook his head yet again and stomped on the spider prior to walking again. “You get scared way too easily.”
“I do not!”
“You’re afraid of everything. We can’t even walk home from school like this without you freaking out. It’s even worse around Halloween.”
“Not true!” Timmy argued before seeing a fake skeleton in someone’s yard resulting into another hysterical shriek. His brunette friend just raised an eyebrow at him until he was willing to admit, “Okay. Maybe I’m just a tad bit jumpy.”
“A tad? That’s the understatement of the year,” James laughed. “You don’t even know what scary is!”
“Whatever,” Timmy grumbled.
The duo kept walking in silence. Then suddenly inspiration popped into James’s head. “Hey Timmy,” he said slowly. “Can you stop by my place tonight?”
Later that night there was a knock on James’s door. “Good, you’re here. I was starting to think you chickened out.”
“So, what did you want to show me again?” Timmy asked slowly as his friend lead him to his basement.
James laughed in a way that could only be described as maniacal. “You’ll see, buddy.” The door creaked open and slammed shut as the boys strode down the steps; the temperature dropped significantly and the stair sounded like they could break underneath their feet. Cobwebs decorated the gray stone walls and the spiders that adorned them made the Timmy’s hair stand up straight.
“Is this what you wanted to, uh, to show me?” he stammered.
James smirked. “Of course. Not! It’s down here though.”
Timmy gulped in an attempt to rid himself of the lump that formed in his throat. If the basement was this scary, then what could this thing be? “Ah, here it is,” he heard his friend say to himself.
“Can I see it, James?”
“Are you sure you want to? It’s pretty scary.”
“Yup.”
“Really sure?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Really, really sure?”
“Yes!” The suspense was killing him!
“Alright,” James sighed. Swiftly, he spun around in his heel pointing the barrel of a pistol at his friend’s face. His smirk was the last thing Timmy saw before his world went dark.
“Um, well, that wasn’t supposed to happen,” he murmured. He shrugged his shoulders, put the water gun down, and carried his fainted friend upstairs.
