Holiday Voices: Chapter One

Zach Holiday woke up with a start. He looked around to make sure he was ok. He looked up and the doorway and saw his nocturnal roommate coming in the front door. "Fuck man, it's like four in the morning and you're barely coming home?" "Dawn's about to break. Came home as fast as i could. You know i hate daytime. The day hides the real action. All of the good sins happen at night." "Yeah, yeah whatever." His roommate walked into his room and quietly closed the door. Zach stood up, his back ached from sleeping on the couch. He walked over to the fridge and opened it and looked inside. Then he closed the door and looked in the freezer. Then he looked back in the fridge. He mumbled to himself, "....four fuckin people in this house and not one of us buys any food..." He walked sleepily back to the couch and yawned then he went to sleep. When he woke up in the morning he was on the ground behind the couch and wearing his shoes which had mud all over them. He looked towards the front door and saw muddy footsteps leading up to where he was currently laying. "Ah shit!" he yelled as he jumped up. He took off his shoes and went and grabbed the swiffer he had bought last week. It didn't help with the mud, all he managed to do was just kind of spread it all over the floor. He grabbed a towel and wet it and wiped up all the mud. He sat there relieved that none of his roommates had seen the mud all over the floor. "Fuck, it's a good thing Mr. Nocturnal over there didn't see. He'd fuckin freak." Vito, or Mr. Nocturnal as Zach liked to call him, was covering his rent this month because Zach had been accused of stealing a book from the museum he worked at and subsequently fired. Zach stood up and went in the bathroom and took a shower. He closed his eyes when the water hit him and all of a sudden he was at the museum facing a very scared looking curator. A voice that was not his own came out, "Where is the sword? You must tell me within the next five seconds or your life will be no more!" "I don't know what you're talking about! Listen Zach, i know you didn't steal the book but you have to get out of here before the cops come, i've already hit the panic button they'll be here any minute!" A scream of fury like Zach had never heard before erupted from him, "Then you die, pitiful human." All of a sudden the curator was melting like an antagonist from an Indiana Jones movie. He turned around and suddently Zach was in the shower again. He let out a scared breath and looked around. He spoke and heard his own voice. "Fuck." he muttered to himself. He was even having the nightmares he'd been having for the last two days when he was awake. He got out of the shower and looked in the fogged up mirror and saw two demonic looking eyes staring back at him. He screamed and then wiped the mirror and saw nothing but his own face. "I am WAY too stressed right now" he said to himself and walked out of the bathroom. He put on some boxers and sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. He got up to get himself a bowl of cereal. As he glanced up at the tv he dropped the carton of milk spilling it all over the floor he had just cleaned. On the TV was a reporter standing in front of a crime scene at the museum. The Curator had disappeared that night and also a new book that the museum was going to be showcasing in a grand event tonight. It was the same book that Zach had been accused of stealing.