You 're the youngest in a family secretly descended from Nikola Tesla . Every eleven years since their birth , people in your family slowly lose their minds , phase in and out of existence and finally vanish for 11 months before reappearing . Today is your eleventh birthday . [ WP ]

`` Happy birthday to you!'' Everyone sings to me as I blow out the two large 1's stuck into my lopsided birthday cake. `` Make a wish!'' my mother shouts. I think back to my younger years when my grandfather told me the story of Nikola Tesla. `` I want to meet Tesla'' I wish in my mind. 
 
 Suddenly I realize I'm no longer in my middle class suburban kitchen. In fact more likely than not I'm no longer in the year 2016. 
 
 A man stands before me. His well groomed moist ache stands out on his face. Suddenly realization strikes me. 
 
 `` Nikola Tesla!'' I shout. 
 
 `` It is I young sir.'' He replies. 
 
 `` But how? Did my wish come true?'' I ask more so to the universe than to the great man in front of me. 
 
 Tesla laughs heartily. 
 
 `` Oh heavens no. My sophisticated contraption brought you here.'' Nikola gestures to a large, intricate machine surrounding the room. `` You see every 11 years of your life I will bring you back here to my time. I have done this with every generation of our family.'' 
 
 I stare at him dumbfounded. 
 
 Finally, working up the courage I ask, `` What great knowledge will you bestow upon me?'' 
 
 Tesla begins laughing, harder than before. 
 
 `` Oh they always ask that. I have nothing to give you, young one.'' He replies. `` I merely require you to hold this light while I work on my engine.'' 
 
 Nikola gestures to what appears to be an automobile engine, held up by an intricate series of chains. 
 
 I am filled with rage. `` You brought me all the way back here for this?'' I angrily shout. 
 
 Tesla's smile leaves his face, replaced by a stern look. 
 
 `` You will hold this for me or I shall lock you away in your room for the night without dinner!'' He angrily replies. 
 
 I am filled with terror. How foolish I was to think my deceased ancestors would be any different from my living ones. 
 
 Begrudgingly, I lower my head. 
 
 Nikola hands me a crude light, to hold for him, as he turns to his engine. 
 
 `` Higher!'' He shouts as my arm begins to grow tired. 
 
 After what felt like many hours but most likely was only thirty minutes of tinkering, Nikola steps away from his engine. 
 
 `` Well, that should do it. Back to you your time I suppose.'' Tesla reaches for a lever on a nearby wall. 
 
 Oh...'' A flash of light causes my eyes to smart, ``... fuck you!'' I finish as I realize I am suddenly in front of my current, living, and suddenly furious family members. 
 
 ( Written 4 beers in at a bar in Georgia, do n't judge too harshly, por favor ) 
 
 
 

