[ WP ] You 're friend keeps talking like he is breaking the `` Fourth Wall '' and you 're no longer sure he 's acting crazy .

# Title: Paranoid 
 
 “ Isn ’ t it funny how after all these years, ” said Kiefer to the sofa. He chuckled to himself and squinted. “ He still doesn ’ t believe you ’ re all here. ” 
 
 “ The next time you speak to the sofa cushion I ’ m throwing you out of my fucking house what did you want again? ” I threw my hands up into the air. “ You do this every month. ” 
 
 Kiefer walked smoothly around the room with an amused grin. 
 
 “ Once every full moon, ” said Kiefer, as he tapped at some paintings in my house. Then he nodded at the painting. “ But you all ready knew that didn ’ t you. ” 
 
 “ I think what pisses me off the most is you only do this in my house, ” I said. 
 
 “ I used to get scared, ” said Kiefer. He folded his arms and leaned against the wall. He even started to do this seductive stare at the air like he was a model posing for a camera. “ But I ’ ve learned to be brave. Brave enough to finally find out what you want. ” 
 
 “ *Who the fuck are you talking to*, ” I said. I held my hands like I was praying to him. 
 
 Kiefer gave another sensual look at the air. Blue steel. 
 
 “ Did you know I found the amulet? ” Kiefer pulled a necklace out from his grey shirt. 
 
 I made up my mind right there to kick him out. I stomped at him to grab him by the collar. 
 
 Then I caught a good look at that faded jewelry. 
 
 “ That ’ s, ” I couldn ’ t believe my eyes. I shook my head. I looked to the painting of my great grandmother beside me. I looked at her necklace. “ My Great Grandma ’ s? ” 
 
 Kiefer nodded slow and cool at the painting. 
 
 `` He'll have more riddles than answers for now.'' 
 
 `` But,'' I put my hands in my hair. `` Dad said they never found her body at se-.'' 
 
 “ What ’ s a paranoid Chris? ” said Kiefer, staring at me. I was taken aback by his suddenly speaking right to me. 
 
 “ What ’ s a paranoid? ” I echoed. 
 
 Kiefer spoke to the fruits in the middle of my kitchen table with all the swagger of a shirtless Tyler Durden. 
 
 “ Somebody with a little idea of what ’ s actually going on, ” said Kiefer. He blew on the amulet. It turned blood red. 
 
 The ground started to shake. A light earthquake. 
 
 “ Shit, ” I dropped down to my hands and knees. Figuring Kiefer out could wait. I got beneath the table. Kiefer was still pacing around all smooth. “ Get under here dumbass! ” 
 
 The earthquake brought with it weird flashes of the lights. 
 
 “ And now you ’ re coming, ” said Kiefer. A dark laugh of a crowd echoed throughout the living room. “ I'm too close to the truth. ” 
 
 In flashes, I saw grey visions of men and women in robed attire. Sitting in a circle around us. Like there was an invisible Colosseum from which they watched us. They looked intrigued. 
 
 They were beckoning with their hands ‘ come ’. 
 
 “ If this is some sick joke, ” I said. “ I swear, I just *swear*. ” 
 
 “ He ’ ll soon see you all, ” Kiefer went on bended knee and looked into my eyes. His eyes went white like porcelain. He smiled a sad smile as I screamed in terror. “ As I have. ” 
 
 Kiefer shook like a man possessed, before disappearing in a flash of light. 
 
 I only heard the sound of my own screaming for a moment, before it all went to quiet. I shivered beneath the table, then stood up in a fit. My knees were weak. 
 I searched all around the kitchen table. I searched every inch of the living room, every inch of every room on the floor, of the house, of my own room. I lifted up the bed sheets covering a pile of pillows. I threw them at the wall. Nothing. 
 
 I fell over onto my bed. I shook my head slow and steady. 
 
 `` I'm hallucinating.'' 
 
 Then I heard that dark laughter of a crowd re-appear. I wanted to cry. 
 
 “ *We ’ ll be back for you Christopher*, ” was their unified whisper, before the return to silence. 
 
 Later that night, I met my ancestors. 

