Horace’s day began like any other.

The alarm clock awoke him at 7:15 like the scream of 1000 banshees. He quickly turned it off.

Horace put his two atypically large feet onto the gelid and icy floor. He took his first two steps of the day down the moderately sized suburban houses hallway towards the bathroom.

Once there, Horace turned the freezing shower water on. Braving the cold, he lathered, rinsed and repeated rather dully for the appropriate number of cycles. After that fiasco, he dried off and went back down the dark hallway towards his breakfast of monoton-o’s and peaches.

While slurping down his cereal, Horace pondered death.  Specifically, Horace wondered what the chances were of him choking on any one of the small, tasteless, bran circles.

“The chances must be astoundingly high.” He thought.

He began to look at each bran halo as a harbinger of death. Each circle began to form a face. Each face was distinct…but they all had the desire to kill. They began to chant…”Eat us Horace. See what will happen.”

“Since when could cereal speak?” Horace hallucinated out loud.

“Since when was that haircut cool?” The cereal responded.

“Good point.” Horace responded, rather defeatedly.

Horace finished his breakfast and stumbled back down the hallway to brush his teeth. His parents were still trying to figure out what he had been talking to.

After brushing his teeth, Horace grabbed his car keys, backpack and phone and headed out the door.

Once outside, Horace felt a sense of impending doom.

The air chilled him to the bone. He zipped up his jacket the rest of the way.

Something didn’t seem quite right about his car.

“Is there something in there, waiting for me to wander into  its trap?” Horace thought aloud.

He took the final steps towards the car.

He anxiously put his key into the door to unlock it. The car made a loud click that warned him that it was unlocked.

Horace slowly opened his car door and sat down. The seat felt different. It felt colder than it should…

“What is happening?!” He thought.

The car wouldn’t start. Something was waiting for Horace…and he had wandered right into its trap.

“I need to get out!” He yelled.

But it was too late…

Suddenly, piranhas.

 

 

 

 

Surprised?

So was he.