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There I was
- Alone -
in someone else's cozy home
(I didn't break in; it was open)
Watching home alone
With no-one home

... and I was ******
That's when you guys phoned
And now we're not alone
It's  me and you ... guys . . .
On Christmas Eve.

Jeez - should we just have a cup of nog and forget all about it? I think I saw some in the fridge ...

No?
Turn around?
Hands behind.. m. My back? Right...
Yeah I got it. I'm coming..
Take it easy!. Fella.
Jeez-us-merry-tap-dancing-Christmas
Am I right? ... No?
What's that... shut the **** up?
- Alrighty,
Amen...
[just before we began]

"Seriously though, it's sooo good. It's definitely one of my favorite movies. And they had it on Laser DISC. Who even has laser disc - (scoffs) Come on. You know - I had to watch it.

Later:

Hey...
Come on. It's me guys. you know I'm just goofing off. Larry, how many times you picked me up lost, wandering  alone? Have a little Christmas spirit, huh? If you don't close the door you can just undo the handcuffs and everybody goes home. You ain't called it in yet, right? Right? Come on...


{Unintelligible radio chatter} "- Larry, he's got a point in I'm just trying to get home -"

Man! I appreciate it.
Merry Christmas, guys!
(Waves good-bye, walks away away high as a kite on adrenaline and dope!)

Phwew... that was a close one. Merry Christmas folks.
Spencer Smith May 2018
I listen and hear a door creak, my dog whining, a shadow in the corner of my eye, and movement that shouldn’t be there. I feel watched, like someone is right behind me, and is content to simply stand and stare until I look. I already made sure the doors were locked, and that the windows were latched, but it’s not enough. I hear the house settling, the wind blowing, but they sound different when I’m alone. The wind whispers to me how vulnerable I am all alone. The house moans about the bad people that could come and **** me without blinking an eye. My heart thumps hard, I can only hear the noises that keep me up, and the blood pounding in my ears. I feel a hand grab my shoulder, but nothing’s there. I hear a whispering voice, but it doesn’t like to be heard. I hear a gun being loaded, or a knife being taken out, but no one's with me. I lay in bed wondering what could be about to attack or hurt me. I think whether the doors were actually locked or not. When I hear a door creaking again, and icy grasp holds my heart. I start crying until I have no tears left to cry. The fear is real no matter what. I lay like this until I slip away into a haunted sleep.
You never realize
How many great friends you have
Until you're lonely.

— The End —