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It was the eve of another stressful day at college. We all have those days, the days you wish you could just get home and everyone will realize your stress and pitch in to make you feel better. This however doesn't happen in reality. No one ever seems to empathize with you. Neither do they with Jack.

Jack was only 19 when the event that follows happened to him. On coming home form this day at college he opened the door quite violently, and dumped his bag on the floor next to a small table on which he placed his keys.

His mother Maggie had told him hundreds of times not to leave his bag by the front door because when it always got in the way when the door was being opened. It had actually been quite funny in the past for Jack to watch him mum struggling with the door with all the clutter in front of it. All the time apologizing to whoever was on the other side, be it a delivery man, friend or charity collector.

As soon as his mother had heard the bag drop on the floor she yelled to him,

"Jack I better not find that bag on the floor when I get down there! Put it in your room"

Jack muttered to himself;

"why don't you do it bitch." Instantly he heard his mother coming down the stairs. Expecting a barrage of anger Jack stood poised and prepared. His mother however made no intention of stopping to talk, she instead walked straight past him to his bag. "She's gonna do something pretty drastic this time i can tell" He thought to him self. Alas, she took the bag upstairs, placed it inside the door of his room and continued back into the master bedroom.

Jack treated this as a one time Foley, but something stranger happened when he himself when he ascended the stair case. His sister was playing some mainstream R&B crap really loudly which Jack hated! He shouted "turn that shit of Kelly!" And once again, she complied with his request.

Jack was so shocked as he had read books in which these things happen, but he had never for one second believed it could actually happen. To test it he again shouted, this time "play some metal!" Of which he himself was not all that keen on but he knew that Kelly had every thing on her iTunes from Tpac to Led Zepelin. After a few antagonizing seconds the faint rumble of a double bass could be heard from Kelly's room.

"Wow, this shit might actually be for real!" he thought to himself.