The Phone Call

          Wewhoo wewhoo blargh blargh wewhoo. The sound of an alarm woke me from my sleep. I shouted for my mother. The alarm sound started morphing into a telephone ring. It was getting closer. I could hear footsteps approaching my room. The ringing was getting closer and louder. The footsteps accelerated and the ringing kept getting closer. Suddenly the footsteps turned into stomps. I could tell the person was now running. The thumping of the running quickly passed by my room, down the hallway, and stopped when it got to the bathroom at the end of the hallway. The ringing suddenly quieted. I peeked over my covers. I saw nothing in the hallway through the crack in my door. I prepared to get up to sprint to my parents room. As I moved my leg the ringing returned louder than ever. A deafening, sharp ringing suddenly filled my house. It was so loud I could feel my bones shaking. I covered my ears and shut my eyes. The ringing stopped again. Then, a large crashing noise came from down the hall. It sounded like someone threw a brick at the window and the mirror. Things went quiet for a while. I took the opportunity to sprint to my parents room. Their door was closed, but I didn’t care to knock. I busted the door open and then screamed. I could feel that I was falling. How was this happening? I had opened my parents door and now I was falling down a deep hole. I screamed and shouted for my parents. As I kept falling I started to hear murmurs. I stopped screaming to listen more closely to the murmurs. You’re going down. Not coming back. Ooh. You’re going down. Not coming back. Ooh. Feliz Navidad. What? Feliz Navidad. What is this? Suddenly I hit the floor. I braced myself because I thought I was going to die. But I didn’t. I bounced as if I had hit a trampoline. As I was floating in the air after bouncing a large force grabbed me by my arms. A small light illuminated the creature’s face. I was paralyzed in fear. It was something I had seen in my nightmares as a child. The leprechaun. 
          “You think St. Patrick's day is just a day to eat corned beef? Well it’s not. You’re going to regret only taking Christmas seriously,” it said to me. 
          I was in shock. I was distraught. What was happening? 
          ​“Oh, so now you have nothing to say? All you do is talk and you have no response to this?” it said again with a sickening grin. 
          The creature opened its mouth and a bright light began to emerge. As the light got brighter the ringing returned and got louder. The ringing continued to get louder until it was unbearable. Then everything went dark.