posted on Sep, 7 2008 @ 10:54 PM
Kevin Dean – Kev to his friends - had that itchy feeling on the back of his neck again that meant trouble. He didn’t know what direction trouble
would come from, or what form it would take, but the itch was a clear signal that Kev was very familiar with. He tucked his blue checked flannel
shirt into his jeans and hunkered lower on the sofa, ignoring the way it made his blond hair stick up in back as his head rubbed against the sofa
The dozen or so teenagers Kev called his friends, plus a few strangers he didn’t know, were sprawled on the furniture in the living room of Deke’s
house watching a horror flick on TV. The party had started hours ago, they had run through the chips and dip, most of the Pepsi in the house, two
large pizzas and three trays of hot wings. Now they seemed content to sprawl in front of the TV. Kev didn’t know how they could hear the dialogue
when the stereo was blaring loud enough to wake the dead, but they seemed totally absorbed in what was on the flickering screen. Kev wasn’t into
horror, so the TV held no interest and he had been bored until that wretched tickle hit the back of his neck.
Deke Cline had been his best friend since they were five, and had gotten him in trouble more than once. If trouble was coming, Deke was a good
source. Kev got up and went looking for Deke.
He found him bent over with his head in the refrigerator, grabbing a beer that none of them were supposed to have. The oversized LSU t-shirt his
friend wore was grayed and frayed and cut off at the waist, and the baggy jeans were hanging so low Kev could see his friend’s butt crack. He
turned away at the gruesome sight and smiled.
While Kev’s parents were overprotective to the max, Deke’s parents never objected to anything his best friend did. Which was why Deke was opening
the beer he was too young to be drinking while the refrigerator door slammed shut from a kick of Deke’s foot.
“What’s up, bro?” Deke asked, seeing the look on his best friend’s face.
“Trouble’s coming,” Kev said bluntly, knowing Deke would understand exactly what he meant.
“Bad news,” Deke said, brushing his wavy brown hair back with an agitated hand and tugging his jeans up a little.
“What you been doing that will bring trouble this way?” Kev asked, giving his friend a little shove on the shoulder to make his point.
“Nothing, I swear it,” Deke said, putting the beer on the counter before he even took his first sip from the bottle.
“I’ll believe you, for now,” Kev said with a grim look on his face, “but…”
They were interrupted by a loud knock on the front door. The two exchanged a knowing look.
“Trouble,” they both said simultaneously, then quickly exited the kitchen to see what was at the front door.
Kitty, a curvaceous blond that Deke’d had his eye on for the past year, was holding the front door open. Beyond her was a pair of grizzled old cops
who didn’t look happy.
“Hello, officers,” Deke said as he approached, trying to sound charming and innocent. That act had gotten him out of trouble more than once.
It’s that Cline kid, the officer on the left – who from the wrinkles on his dangling jowls looked like he should have retired years ago – was
thinking as Deke approached him. Kev suppressed a grimace at hearing the officer knew his friend. It wasn’t a good sign when the back of his neck
was also itching. He gave his best friend a quick signal so he would be on his guard, and Kev continued his mind reading. I should have shoved him
in juvie when I caught him shoplifting at Steins, the cop thought as he gave Deke the glare.
Kev hung back and let Deke handle it. Deke was the one with all the charm and charisma, and could usually talk them both out of trouble in almost any
circumstance. Kev was the one with the psychic secret he didn’t want anyone to know, and they tended to find out when Kev talked too much. Kev
kept his mouth firmly shut.
“That music is way too loud,” the officer said, his voice an annoyed growl. “Are your parents home?”
Deke shook his head and made a motion with his hand for one of the others to turn off the stereo. The TV was suddenly audible and a woman’s
chilling screams filled the room. Kev rolled his eyes at the bad timing.
“Sorry about that, officer,” Deke was saying. “We’ll be more careful to keep the noise down. Was it Mrs. Mercer across the street who called
“I really couldn’t say,” the officer said as he jotted some notes down on his notebook. He stuck the notebook in his shirt pocket. “Just
keep things quiet. We have a noise ordinance in this town.”
“Yes, sir,” Deke said, and Kev smiled at his sudden mental image of Deke with a halo over his head while he talked to the cops. He knew his
friend’s tactics well.
The officers turned and walked down the front steps as Deke gently closed the door and locked it behind them, then turned to look at Kev while he
wiped imaginary sweat from his forehead.
“That was trouble,” Deke said, leaning against the front door.
“No there’s more,” Kev said, certain he was right.
The phone rang, and Charlie Gibbs – the geek with glasses in their crowd – leaned over to pick up the receiver.
“Cline’s house of horrors,” Charlie said as the woman on the TV screamed again. Charlie listened for a second, then seemed to turn pale. He
held the receiver out toward Kev. “It’s your mom,” he said with apology in his eyes.
Kev reluctantly took the phone. “Hi, mom.”
“Kevin, honey,” his mother said in her soft voice, “I’m just calling to check on you.”
Kev suppressed the deeply felt groan in his throat. He was sixteen, for Christ’s sake, not two. But to his mom, he was always her little boy. It
drove him crazy.
“I’m fine, mom,” Kev said.
“You’re going to be home by twelve?” she asked for confirmation, even though he’d told her twice before he left home that he would be in by
“Yes, I’ll be home by twelve,” Kev said, despairing at her overprotective nature.
“OK, Kevin, hon,” his mother said. “Just don’t drink beer with Deke. You know what happened last time.”
Last time he’d puked his guts out and swore he’d never drink again. He shuddered slightly. “No, mom, I won’t. I’ll be home by twelve, I
“That’s great,” his mother said. “We’ll look for you at twelve.”
“Bye, mom,” Kev said, then thankfully handed the phone back to Charlie to hang it up.
“Yo, Cinderella,” Jeff, tall for his age with a head of thick black hair, teased Kev. It was an old joke. Kev gave him the finger and left it at
“Hey, look what I found!” Lisa called excitedly from the hallway. She walked into the living room with a Ouija board.
“No!” Kev shouted. Deke rushed toward Lisa, intending to put the thing away. The last time they’d used it when Kev was around, they’d raised
a ghost that still occasionally banged doors in the kitchen late at night when Deke’s parents weren’t home. Deke was tired of the late night
“Oh, come on,” Jeff said, going to Lisa’s defense. “What could a little Ouija board hurt?”
“You don’t want to know,” Kev said under his breath so the others couldn’t hear.
“It’ll be fun,” Lisa said excitedly. “Hey, Sue, help me out here.”
“I’d like to play,” Sue chimed in. Kev knew they were sunk. The girls usually got what they wanted.
Deke shrugged his shoulders and followed Lisa into the living room and watched her set up the game on the coffee table. Kev moved to the furthest
corner and watched from there.
“I’m first,” Lisa said as she put her hands on the pointer. Everyone held their breath as the pointer slowly moved toward a letter on the
board. There was a sudden bright flash above their head – a supernatural bright flash – and the girls screamed as everyone jumped back from the
board. A key flashed into existence in the air and dropped to the board with a loud thump then bounced.
[edit on 8-9-2008 by AWingAndASigh]