Just a one shot about someone who got bored…. And how dangerous being bored and winy can be….. I’m bored….

“But I’m sooo bored!” Annie McGruline whined to her mother as she was folding the laundry. “There’s nothing to do around here!”

Her patient mother took in a breath and counted to ten before she tried to answer her whining daughter, “You could help me with the chores.” She said and neatly stacked the last of the laundry into the basket. “Grandma is going to be here in less than an hour and I have plenty of work that needs to be done before that.”

Annie groaned, “Moooom.” She dragged out and followed Mrs. McGruline to her next task. “I don’t want to do chores. They’re so boring.”

Mrs. McGruline sighed and reminded herself that she had wanted a daughter before speaking. “Yes, I know you are. I am too. I don’t like chores anymore than you do. They would get done a whole lot faster if you helped me with them. Then maybe after, if there’s enough time, we could do something fun together.”

Annie rolled her eyes, “Why couldn’t I go to the mall with Katie and-”

“If you’re not going to help and just stand there and complain you can go do whatever you want.” Her mom snapped turning to her daughter, “Just don’t expect me to give you any money to buy things.”

“Okay!” Annie smiled. She flipped her curly brown hair over her shoulder and pranced away.

Her mother sighed, “One day something is going to happen to that girl and no one will be around to help.” She continued to fold laundry.

Outside a raven flew from the window it had been looking into and watching the mother and daughter disagree. It flew a couple streets over, cawed, than landed on the sill of an old house. The window opened and a thin, bony arm extended. The bird hopped onto the extending hand; the window close and the crow cawed.

Annie pulled her designer coat tighter around her shoulders and shivered. The wind was picking up and her thin coat wasn’t offering much protection. “I just had to walk. Didn’t I?” She muttered angrily to herself. She looked up at the street sign than stopped. The sign was bent and crooked and had black spray paint all over it yet it was still readable. Half Mile to South Town Mansion.

“No way,” Annie muttered, “No way am I got to walk one more mile or even HALF a mile in my new juicy couture heals. I’d rather die.” She crossed her arms and went to sit on a boulder by the side of the street. Slipping out her cell phone she dialed home. Her mother picked up. With out waiting for her to say anything Annie commanded and Fifteen minutes later she had all but given up when a black limo pulled up.

“Finally,” she muttered opening the door than stopped. Inside was a dark haired woman wish a fur coat on.

“Hello.” The woman said smiling.

Annie put her foot down out of the car, “Who the heck are you lady?” She asked crossing her arms. She may have been spoiled but knew enough never to get in a car with a stranger.

The woman ignored her glare, “I’m Delilah. I was just heading home and saw you waiting. You must be freezing. Won’t you come in?” She moved aside so there was enough room for Annie who was still glaring.

“No thanks.”

Ah,” Delilah uttered as if getting a brilliant idea, “I’ll have my driver take us to my house. You can call your mother and wait for her there.”

“Well…” Annie hesitated. Her mom wasn’t there and the woman seemed nice enough. Plus the house would probably be nice and warm and her toes were already beginning to lose feeling. “Okay,” She climbed into the car and shut the door.

Delilah smiled and waved elegantly to the driver; the car started to go down the road.

“I have introduced myself but I don’t know your name.” The woman turned to Annie saying.

“Why?” The girl asked bluntly. She didn’t plan to stay with the woman so would it really matter if they knew each other’s name?”

The woman frowned for a moment than the radiant smile was back, “Because,” she said, clearly trying to stay patient, “I think that we should know each other’s names. So while you wait for your mother I don’t have to call you Girl.”

“Annie.”

“That’s better.” The woman smiled as if she was a wolf and a big, fat sheep had just been offered to her on a silver platter. She looked out the window. “We’re here.”

Annie sighed, “I don’t care. Do you have ,like, a phone or something I can try to call with again?”

“Again?” Delilah looked very interested at this last morsel of information as the driver came around and opened the door.

Annie sighed, “Yeah, my cell has been acting so bogus. I tried to call but I don’t think she heard me. She probably won’t come any ways. She’s too ticked at me to care.”

Delilah chewed the information and smiled, “So no one knows where you are?”

“Yeah,”

“No one?”

“No one at all.” Annie clarified. She climbed out of the car.

The woman looked up at the window and waved elegantly. The curtains fell shut as the message was delivered.

“Welcome home.” Said a man in a straight black coat. Annie looked around clearly impressed.

“Nice place.” She said, “Anyway, where’s the phone?”

“This way.” The woman led her to a room. Inside there was a single, small table with a phone on it.

“Finally!” Annie walked over to it. She was about to pick it up when the door clicked shut. Probably wanted to give me some privacy. She thought about time someone treated me like what I talk about is privet and not for the whole world to hear. Annie thought of the time her mother would pick up the phone and hear snippets of her and her friend’s conversation; she picked up the phone and listened to dial. There was no tone. Again and again the annoyed girl picked up the phone to call and each time there was no tone. She angrily slammed the phone down and tried to open the door. It was locked. “Oh come on!” She tried it again. After about two minutes of jiggling the knob she gave up and started to call for Delilah. “You there lady?” She asked. A few minutes passed and Annie started to grow more impatient. After ten minutes she was fuming. She forgot about me! She thought furiously, not even my MOM would do this! After yelling and even banging on the door for fifteen more minutes Annie started to get scared. The single window showed that the sun was going down and there wasn’t much day light left. Half an hour later, out of sure panic, she tried the phone again. She could hear Delilah talking to someone and was about to curse at her when she picked up on what they were saying.

“The girl’s in the room.” Delilah was saying. Before Annie had thought that her voice was captivating but as she listened some more she began to associate it with nail on a black board.

“Good.” Said another gravelly voice. The phone clicked and Annie could tell the people were off. She was starting to dial her number when the tone disappeared. “No!” She threw the phone and swore.

“Are you okay my dear?” Annie spun and saw Delilah stick her head into the room. “I heard a crash.”

“Okay?” Annie chocked out. She glared at the woman. “Okay? You put me in this room for hours and you’re asking if I’m okay?”

Delilah sighed, “I’m sorry the wait was so long. You must be starving.”

“Well, yeah.” Annie crossed her arms. I will not be distracted by carbs! She thought but her stomach growled.

“You are hungry.” Delilah pursed her lips, “But I guess that can’t be helped.”

“What-”

“Diablo’s hungry too. He doesn’t like it when his food’s late.”

“Who’s-” Annie started than froze. A grow came from behind the door. The woman smiled and shook her head at the thing that had growled.

“No,” she repeated, “he doesn’t like it at all.” With that she flicked off the lights just as the last rays of sun disappeared.

“Wh -what are you doing?” Annie gulped ordering her legs to move but they were frozen.

“Letting Diablo eat of course.” Delilah laughed. Through the dim light that the door allowed in she saw Delilah nudge something in. The door clicked shut.

Behind the closed door the woman could head Annie’s blood curling screams. Outside, a crow cawed.

And that, my readers, is that happens to annoying people. Review!! Flames welcome!!