I Used To Play For All Of The Loneliness, That Nobody Notices Now, I'm Begging Slow, I'm Coming Here, Oh, I'm Waiting
"No, I don't want to tell you. You're only going to sass me about it later."
"No, I'm serious. Just tell me."
"Come on, I'm not going to make fun of you. I swear."
"No. And that's that."
"What was it? Did you hear something?"
"Hell's bells. You're not going to let go of this, are you? You're like a hound dog fixed with a bone in its mouth."
"You sounded upset. I wanted to know."
"It's something. I can tell."
"I was sitting here just now and the wall started shaking. Happy now?"
"No. What'd you think it was."
"I have no idea and that's what's got me spooked right now."
"Could your parents be up?"
"No, they would have checked up on me if they saw my light on. I'm nervous that it wasn't them. Forget it. It's probably the wind telling lies again, as my daddy says."
"Wind on your wall. From the inside. Not likely."
"I'd rather not dwell on it, please, thank you."
"Well, it's got you all upset. I was just asking if you were okay, Breanne. I'm worried about you because you sound worried about yourself."
"I was. I still am, but talking about isn't making it any better. Now shush up."
"I'm probably exhausted is all it is, you know? I'm probably making a big deal out of nothing."
"If you say so."
"I do. It only sounded louder than it was because it's late at night and everything else is so still, you know? Silly Breanne--I'm only scaring myself. Nothing else is out there."
"The good thing is you've got other people in the house. I hate it when weird stuff happens and I'm all by myself."
"Yeah, but you can wake them. They're only down the hall. They could hear you if you were to scream bloody murder, right?"
"Then feel better because of that."
"Shush. Hold your horses and be quiet. Did you hear that?"
"Not over the phone."
"Hell's bells, something shook the wall again. I'm getting really nervous here, Patrick. What in gracious Providence is that?"
"Are you scared?"
"You are scared."
"Don't do that, please, thank you. If you're going to be on the phone I don't want you to be making light of my situation."
"I need you to be a friend right now and tell me I'll be alright. I need you to strive to convince me of that."
"And you're sure your parents aren't just getting a snack right now?"
"They would have peeked in. I'm sure of that."
"You could check."
"Leave this room? You're crazier than a mule in a pool."
"If it really is nothing, wouldn't you want to know?"
"Yes. But if it is something, I don't want to know. I want to stay right here until I'm sure it is nothing we are talking about."
"Okay. But it's only going to drive you crazy until you're sure."
"There it is again. This time it came from down the stairs. I'm really getting scared now, Patrick."
"Go see. It's the only way."
"That's just great. I don't want to, I don't want to, I don't want to. Hold on, I'm getting dressed and going out to check. I'm going to leave the cordless here so I ain't distracted."
"Patrick, oh, Patrick. The light's on in the kitchen and someone's walking around downstairs. I could hear them."
"Someone's in your house right now?"
"There is. What am I going to do?!"
"Wake up your parents for one. You should do that now."
"Hell, why is there someone downstairs? What do you think they want?"
"You're not going to wake them up."
"If it is nothing I don't want to be their little 'ole scaredy cat."
"And what if it is something? What then? You should dial 911 if you're convinced someone is downstairs that doesn't belong there."
"I'm sure of it."
"Then wake them up or dial someone."
"Talk to me. Tell me I'm acting crazy."
"Say, 'Breanne, you're crazy.'"
"Breannie, you're the craziest."
"I'm serious. I'm overreacting, you know?"
"I'm not there. I can't tell if you are or not. I'm just scared what if you aren't imagining things and there really is somebody downstairs. I want you to be safe."
"Thank you. I'm going to wait up here for now. If I hear it again or something else happens you have my vow that I'll wake somebody up."
"Good. That's all I want."
"Hell's bells, I can still hear them ruffling through the cabinets and such. I don' reckon if it were my folks they would be rooting around in their own house like that, you know? I'm really torn up inside right about now."
"You'll be alright."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah. I think if it were really someone breaking in they would have noticed there was somebody up by now. They would have either gone upstairs to confront you or they would have been scared off. Nobody's going to continue to make noise in a house they're planning to steal from if they know someone's up. It doesn't make sense."
"What do you think it is then?"
"It's probably some homeless guy making a sandwich. He'll probably leave when he eats something."
"That ain't funny."
"I'm serious. It's probably some vagrant looking to eat something."
"That doesn't make me feel any better."
"It's harmless mostly."
"He'll go away."
"He hasn't so far."
"Are you sure you saw something?"
"I came halfway down the stairs and the kitchen lights were on. There was some noise in the kitchen. I tiptoed back up the stairs, checked my parents were both in their room, and high-tailed back to my room and the phone. Someone's there."
"Okay. I believe you. You need to do something, Breanne. Make some noise, call the police, do something--just to let him know you're still up and such."
"Shush up again. I hear something else. Errr! What was that? Something just tapped against my window right now. Hold on again. I'm going to assess the situation, darling."
"What on God's green Earth is going on here, Patrick? What on God's green Earth is happening to me?"
"What is it? What'd you see?"
"I'm truly frightened right now."
"What did you see?"
"I don't know how to process this all, at all."
"Breanne. Focus. Tell me what's out your window right now."
"Somebody put two long wooden poles onto my window."
"Two story thin window poles. I haven't the slightest indication what they're used for. Most of all, I have no inclination as to why somebody would want to bang them against my window."
"Could somebody trying to climb up to your window, Breanne? Is that it?"
"With poles? Two of them? What are they going to do with them, you figure? Shimmy up them hand over hand as if they were circus folk? Why not just use a ladder?"
"That's what I was about to say."
"Why are there poles against my window? Why that window? Why not just come up through my balcony? It'd be a much easier time of it. This isn't making the least bit of sense and it's really got my perplexed, Patrick. I feel like it's midnight at the oasis and all I'm seeing around me are mirages."
"I don't know what to tell you."
"Can you just stay up with me until I get this sorted out? Do you have work tomorrow or anything, sugar?"
"Yeah, but this is more important. I want to at least stay up until I get an explanation. Besides, you have school tomorrow, little lady."
"I haven't even finished my homework yet."
"At least you have an excuse."
"I can't do anything right now but concentrate on this. What is going on here?"
"This is a mystery."
"Wait, I hear my mother up. I'll be back."
"I'll wait here."
"First thing she asked me was what I was smoking. Can you imagine?"
"You tell her how scared you are and what you saw and heard..."
"And she thinks I was on something."
"The worst part is she didn't even go downstairs. She just said she didn't see the kitchen light on currently. She wouldn't even wake up my daddy so he could go down to investigate. I just want to know what it was, you know? At this rate, I'll never know. I hate her."
"I'd go check it out if I was there."
"I know you would. You're a good friend like that."
"I'd make you come, of course."
"You always do. Haha."
"You know it."
"At least it's quieter now. I don't feel like a cat at the edge of the bath tub so much any more."
"Do you need me to stay up any longer?"
"If you don't mind."
"Do I ever mind?"
"You never do, sugar. This is true."