It was a fun day, an easy day. That type of day where one sits back to relax.
Kathy and I were planning to hang out in the basement of my house. Actually, we had planned to be at the park, but it was raining. I had brought snacks while Kathy had brought some delicious drinks.
As we walked down the stairs, I had a feeling today was going to be different. I wasn't sure why so I ignored the feeling.
We had the whole day planned out. We had taken the day off work so we could be together. We were going to do each other's makeup and play truth or dare, what are the odds, and some other various games.
Kathy, being one of those people who can't stand unplanned events, had planned everything out. Well, almost everything.
When we got to my basement, the lights were out. I ran upstairs and grabbed a flashlight, determined not to let this ruin our fun. It was dark upstairs too.
"Kathy, the power has gone out," I said.
She groaned. "Of course it has."
"We'll still have fun!" I said positively.
"If you say so." She rolled her eyes.
"Come on, Kathy," I lightly teased her. "Everything will be fine."
"Sure it will," she remarked snidely.
There was no point in arguing with her, so we got right to having fun.
A while later, after we had made each other look like clowns and eaten all our snacks, we lay on the floor in my basement, completely exhausted.
"That was fun," Kathy smiled as she spoke, sincere.
"Told you!" I smiled back at her.
"I should go now. Bailey -" that would be her dog - "is probably waiting for me at home."
"I'll walk you out," I offered.
I waved as she left. "Be careful!" I reminded her. "The power's out."
She mumbled in response and kept walking.
I headed down to the basement to clean up the mess of snacks and wrappers. I noticed her bag was still there.
I was instantly overtaken by curiosity. I knew I shouldn't, but I still I opened her bag and looked inside.
There was nothing special in there, just typical stuff. I wondered why I had felt the need to open the bag. I grabbed the bag and rushed upstairs in the dark.
"Kathy!" I called in the hallway. Fear was beginning to take over me. "Kathy?" I said, a bit quieter.
"Yes?" Kathy appeared behind me, and her sudden presence scared me.
"You forgot your bag," I said breathlessly.
"Oh thanks, Melissa!" she said as she turned and walked away.
I was almost to my apartment when I heard a shrill yet guttural scream pierce the air. "Kathy?" I yelled, alarmed. No response. I huddled in my apartment.
A few hours later, when the lights came back on, a body was found dead on the floor, bleeding to death.
We had planned everything except the power cut. And the death, of course.
