Curious, he pushed the button.
Curious, he pushed the button.
This caused the yellow pieces to spring shut, forming an almost egg-shaped plastic cage around the base. Of course, with Cal's finger in place, they could not shut properly. Fortunately, they were not painful to resist. After all, it was just a toy. A bizarre toy, granted, but still...
At that point, the television set turned itself on, displaying a single, unmoving image at a brightness so intense that it was impossible to look directly at or to see what the image was. That television, Rex noted, given its age, should not be capable of that level of brightness. He made his way slowly around the wall of sofas, so he stood before the television, and in front of a sofa. Still, he could not look at the screen.
“Is there a dim switch on that TV?” Cal asked.
"I don't think--"
Without warning (aside, one could suppose, the fact that it had turned itself on at all), the TV emitted a noise that was indescribable and impossible to comprehend. It was also extremely loud; loud enough for Rex to stumble back onto the sofa from surprise. The noise stopped, and the TV gave a new, quieter noise: its screen burst, and the remainder of the set collapsed in on itself. It lay in a smoking heap for a moment before the pieces drew themselves together just above the TV stand and vanished. It had, quite curiously, imploded.
“...What was that?”
"I don't have the faintest idea," Rex said, standing up from the sofa.
"I don't have the faintest idea," Rex said, somehow standing up from the sofa again, despite already having stood up. He seemed unaware of any peculiarities.
“Wait... what's going on?”
"Hm? 's there a problem?" Rex was definitely unaware of what had just occurred, although he had noticed more details about the wall that had the door through which they had entered in it; it had a fireplace, also decorated with small ornaments depicting various scenes, as well as two black, plastic, 'decorative' cannons with flowers painted on them. Above the fireplace was another clock- also dead- and a long piece of metal, on either side, in a frame, tarnished in such a way that the rust showed a floral pattern.
“You got up from the sofa... and then you got up again, however that's possible.”
"It's true, man," Jonah said. "I don't know how, but you did."
"If you say so..." Rex shook his head and went over to the window. Instead of opening the curtains fully, he ducked under them, to get a private view of outside. Immediately outside was a small yard, overgrown with weeds and grass, and there was a small path on the left, which led to the back gate. Beyond that was a wide hill, from which boulders protruded. What stole his attention was the sky. It was totally black, and appeared to have eight-legged creatures with bathroom plungers for feet walking across it. Additionally, not only was the moon visible, but it was titanic in size. Written on the sky in what looked like either red paint, or badly-made synthetic blood, appeared the mantra from the phone in Rex's dream earlier. Word by word, it said, DON'T GO TO SLEEP. DON'T CLOSE YOUR EYES. I'M COMING HOME TO FIND YOU, AND WHEN I DO, I'LL--
At this point, Rex was distracted by the fact that he was no longer at the window.
"I don't have the faintest idea," he said, standing from the sofa for the third time. "...Wait a minute- I noticed it that time. What is wrong with this house?!"
“It's haunted?” Cal tried.
"That seems like the only answer at the moment," Rex admitted.
"I guess we're done in here, then?" Jonah asked, and headed for the door, and left the room.
"Uh..." Jonah was still in the room, where he had started. "Did I do something wrong?"
“Great, now we're practically stuck here,” Cal muttered.
"Are you sure that's not just the house messing with your head?" Rex asked, standing up from the lying position he hadn't just been in on the floor, and nodded to the door. "Exiting the Living Room, Take 2?"
“Right...” Cal attempted to exit the room this time.