Tales from the Financial Crypt

BANG BANG BANG!

They woke up with a start. He looked at his phone. 2:37 am. She watched petrified as he jumped out of bed and grabbed a bat from the closet.

BANG BANG BANG!

He emerged from the bedroom and checked on the kids who were somehow sleeping through this. He slinked slowly down the stairs not knowing what he was going to find.

BANG BANG BANG!

Nearing the bottom of the stairs, he could see two hunched figures outside his front door pacing aimlessly and whispering incoherently.

BANG BANG BANG!

He went to the side window to get a better look. He pulled the curtain back and was face-to-face with a wrinkled old hag. Her beady little eyes staring at him just two inches away on the other side of the glass. He stumbled backward. Heart beating out of his chest.

And then it spoke. "Hiii Honey!"

BANG BANG BANG!

His mind raced to piece together what the hell was happening. Through the depths of his fear he realized he knew that voice. No, it couldn't be!

BANG BANG BANG!

"Your father and I sent you to college instead of saving for retirement, so we just need a place to live. Can we move into your spare bedroom?"

He let out a blood-curdling scream.

BRRR BRRR BRRR!

Drenched in a cold sweat, he turned off his alarm and looked at the time. 6:45 am. He let out a sigh.  It was just a dream. A terrible, terrible dream.

 

Disclaimer: My mother is gorgeous with beautiful big, blue eyes and skin so smooth people regularly think she's 20 years younger than she is. It's a Halloween story. I took some artistic license.