Stay at Home and Ignore Her

"No, that would just be stupid," You mutter to yourself, immediately dismissing the idea of actually going over to Sandy's house. Running down any other ideas, you finally decide to just ignore the message, insisting one of your friends was playing a prank on you....this early on a Saturday.

You didn't think about it too much, instead deciding to take advantage of the fact that it was the weekend, your mom was gone, and you had the house to yourself. After checking to ensure all the doors were locked and the windows were closed, you settled in on the living room couch. Booting up your XBox, you began to play some games oblivious to the world around you. A distant peel of thunder snapped you out of your trance. Out the window, the sky had grown dark and cloudy, with raindrops beginning to pound against the glass.

"Nice day to stay inside," You mutter, knowing that it would also mean your mother would probably be stuck at the mall for a few more hours.

You continue playing until another rumble of thunder sounds off. Almost immediately, the lights are out, the TV goes dead, and your XBox slowly whirls to a halt. The power was out. Muttering and cursing, you pull out your phone, waiting for it to come back on. After a moment, you glanced up, noticing something unusual. Your neighbor across the street had their TV going, tuned into a football game. It was clear as day.

"What the..." You begin, before noticing something else in the window, a reflection, not just your own but...

Your heart skips a beat as you open your mouth to scream in terror. A pale cloth presses against your mouth, a sweet chemical scent flooded your nose as your eyes dropped and your body went limp, quickly knocking you ****.

"Perfect...perfect..." Sandy giggled, standing over your **** form. She hadn't just been watching you for the last year or two, she'd been planning and plotting. She's copied your house key when she house sat for your mom last summer vacation. In that time she'd also been able to figure out where to sabotage the power lines all for this moment.

You awoke in a daze a few minutes later, finding yourself unable to move too much. As you opened your eyes, you saw rain hitting a sunken basement window. There were a few storage shelves cluttered with odds and ends, an unfinished ceiling, stone slab of a floor, and not much else. You were fairly certain you were in Sandy's basement. Glancing down, you notice you're sitting in an folding chair, one with arm rests. Your wrists are duct taped to the armrests, while your ankles are strapped to the legs. A cloth gag is pulled tightly against your mouth, preventing all but the most muffled grunts. Furthermore, you'd been stripped down to your boxers, with your clothes no where to be seen. Upstairs on the main floor, you could hear the floor creaking as Sandy went about her business, whatever that might be. Your heart was raising at a mile a minute, unsure what your crazed neighbor had planned for you.