"I NEED YOU TO RUN INTO YOUR FRIDGE."
It started when he woke up. Well, technically, it had started a long time before that, but to Cole’s knowledge, it started early in the morning on May 5th. At first, everything seemed normal. He got out of bed, dressed, and went to open the blinds. But when he opened them, he saw nothing. It wasn’t the sort of nothing as in no-cars-or-people-outside, it was literally nothing. Blackness, A dark, inky, maybe even hungry blackness, if that was possible. He pressed his ear to the window, to see if he could hear something. Deafening silence.
Worried, he headed downstairs and was about to head outside, but he figured he should at least have breakfast. Before pouring himself a bowl of cereal, he checked the windows on the ground floor. He still only saw nothing and heard silence.
Just as he was sitting down to eat, he heard a knock at the door. “Cole, sweetie, it’s me,” he heard his mom’s voice call. He got up and went over to the door.
“STOP!” a voice behind him yelled. Cole paused, his hand on the doorknob, and turned around.
“Tom?” He asked, surprised. Tom was his best friend (albeit his only one). Even if he did have more friends, though, he was sure Tom would be the best. Tom had short, messy dark hair, contrasting Cole’s neatly combed blond hair. They both had blue eyes, and were about the same height, though Tom was 2 inches taller. They both loved books, especially fantasy, and loved video games almost as much. Tom’s skin was light brown, while Cole’s was so pale that Tom sometimes joked that he was a vampire.
“Don’t open the door,” Tom said.
“Just… trust me.”
“Dude, it’s fine. It’s just my mom. And what are you doing here? I invited you over to my house last night, but I didn’t expect you to stay here. I thought you went home.”
“First of all,” stated Tom, “that’s not your mom, that’s a Mimic. And second, I stay here every night, though I make sure not to let your family know.”
“What do you mean you stay here every night? Why would you do that? You have a plenty nice house.”
“Cole, honey, let me in,” his mom’s voice called.
“Mom,” he said, turning to the door, “I know this is crazy, but prove that you’re my mom.”
“Let me in,” the voice said, changing from his mom’s voice into something gravelly and hoarse.
“What the-” Cole took a step back.
“Fine then, child, you leave me no choice.” The voice grew even deeper. Cole saw a shape dart past the window. He only saw it because the thing’s glowing red eyes (at least, that’s what Cole thought they were) contrasted the inky blackness outside.
“We need to go. Now.” Tom urged, sounding a bit frightened. Then again, Cole thought, That was pretty reasonable. After all, they were being chased by a crazy red eyed monster, trapped in a house with no sound or even anything to see outside.
“Cole,” Tom asked, “Do you trust me?”
“Good, because I need you to do something that might seem a little crazy.”
“What?” Cole inquired. He was nearly petrified at this point. He could hear the… thing… scrabbling around outside, banging on windows.
“We don’t have much time before that gets inside, so don’t hesitate,” Tom began, “I need you to run into your fridge. Make sure to go as fast as you can”
“What? No! I’ll get a bloody nose! Or I’ll be knocked unconscious! Or break my leg!”
“How would you break your leg?”
“I don’t know! The point is that I don’t want to run into my fridge!”
“Fine then,” said Tom, “I don’t want to do this, but I will.”
“What?! Do what?!”
And Tom shoved Cole into the fridge.