Midnight...

Simon didn't fall asleep. He remained on his bed staring into the ceiling. Expressionless. Like a quiet dog waiting for a treat. But, never getting one.

Quite a meal... He thought tiredly. Was expecting something better, but whatever... I guess Beelzebub is not a bad cook...

Ring! Ring! Ring!

"Who the hell could that be at THIS hour..??" He muttered, as his phone rang. He picked it up and answered it. "Hello?"

"Hello, Simon." A distorted voice said over the phone. "Or as they call you at the university, Mr. Adams."

"Who is this?" Simon asked the mysterious caller.

"You will know soon enough, my friend." The voice said. "You come here escaping from something you couldn't undo. But, your actions will always come with you wherever you go."

Simon's skin turned pale.

"TELL ME WHO THE FUCK THIS IS!!!" Simon shouted over the phone.

"What happened to them was a real tragedy." The voice said. "But, did you really have to leave her? Instead of staying by her side? Your actions led to her suicide. You can't undo what happened to your-"

"What the fuck are you talking about?!?" Simon shouted aggressively. "Tell me who this is!!"

"You must pay for your sins." The voice said with a chuckle. "For the sins of your loved ones. For the sins of-" Simon angrily hung up, jumped out of his bed, and looked out the window.

Ring! Ring! Ring!

"Hello?!" Simon shouted, answering his phone.

"I'm always with you, my dear boy." The distorted voice chuckled. "Not by your side. Not hiding somewhere in your house. But, trust me. I am always with you, my friend." The voice hung up. Simon dialed another number and waited for a response.

"Sheriff's department." A police officer said over the phone. But, Simon immediately hung up.

Sure. Like the police will be any help... He thought.

Simon locked and barricaded every door and window in the house before running straight to his room, barricading that door, and getting back in bed.

Nobody's gonna fucking kill me on my watch. He thought, determined. I'm keeping my damn house barricaded all fucking night! God, and I tell Beelzebub not to cuss. I'm such a hypocrite...

The next morning...

Simon stayed awake all night. He didn't sleep even a tiny wink. Which made him very unhappy.

Knock knock!

"Gah!" Simon jumped. "Who the fuck is there?!"

"I thought you told ME not to swear!" Simon could hear Beelzebub's voice at his front door. "God, you're such a hypocrite!"

Simon jumped from his bed and moved the furniture from his door. He dashed downstairs and pushed the furniture blocking the front door aside and flung the door open to see Beelzebub.

"What?!?" Simon shouted.

"Whooooaaa." Beelzebub exclaimed, noticing how completely tired Simon looks with his red eyes and messy hair. "You, my friend, look like shit."

"Well, EXCUUUUUUUUSE me!" Simon shouted. "Just got a creepy call from some sick FUCK who may be stalking me!! Been up all night waiting for someone to try anything!"

"Why didn't you just call the police?" Beelzebub asked, shrugging.

"Oh, RIGHT, like the police would be any fucking help!" Simon snapped. "Those fuckers would just dismiss me as some crazy fuck and I would end up DEAD!!!"

"Are you all right, teach?" Beelzebub asked. "You're acting.....different."

"Oh, shut up, BEEEEEEE!" Simon snapped. "I fucked your dad soooo hard!!! And, it felt GOOOOOOOOOOD!" Simon aggressively slammed the door. Beelzebub stared in wide eyed shock.

Simon put on a shirt and tie, black jeans, and jacket and left his house and started taking a walk. The sun shined on his sunglasses as he walked along the cracked sidewalk. He was completely unaware that the smiley figure was following him from afar. Then, he turned around and saw the figure. He started running while the figure remained walking, quiet and expressionless. Like Simon. But much quieter.

Simon hid behind a fence while the smiling figure slowly passed by. He jumped out from behind the fence, punched the figure from behind, and turned him around to face him, shouting, "Who the fuck are you?! Why are you following me?!" The figure slowly pointed across the street. Simon looked, but the figure stabbed his shoulder with a needle. "Gaaah!!" Simon shouted, as he let go of the smiley figure. He started to feel dizzy. Everything was going black. Then, he fell to the ground and passed out.

.....

"Huh?!" Simon muttered, slowly sitting up. "Where am I...? He looked around and found himself in a familiar room. I'm in my bedroom? He thought. Why would this sick bastard take me to my own bed- huh? He suddenly noticed a videotape taped to his arm as well as a television with a vhs player in it across from his bed. Who put this here?! Simon thought, dazed. He then stared at the videotape. Reluctantly, he inserted the tape into the tv and it suddenly turned on revealing a wooden pig puppet.

"Hello, Simon." The pig puppet said with a distorted voice. "I want to play a game."

What the hell is this? Simon thought, staring at the pig puppet.

"You have committed a terrible act by abandoning your loved ones when they needed you most." The puppet started. "Abandoning your mother when a tragedy struck your family caused her to take her own life. You have done wrong with your own kin."

"How the fuck do you know about me?!!" Simon screamed. "Who are you?!"

"You do not know me, Mr. Adams." The pig puppet said. "But, I know you." Simon stared at the pig puppet in horror.

"Underneath you is a time bomb," The pig puppet continued, "which will detonate in exactly one minute. Attached to it is a motion sensor which is in the middle of your bed. Get off your bed or allow the timer to go off and the entire house will explode with you in it. If you wish to leave your house alive, you must insert your hands into the steel pockets on the sides of your bed which are both filled with acid. On the bottom of both pockets are buttons that will deactivate the bomb and you will be able to walk out of here. Alive. With severely burnt hands. But alive. Live or die. The choice is yours." The tv suddenly turned off and the timer under the bed started ticking.

...........Well, I'm screwed. Simon thought fearfully. "HE-!!" He started to scream, but he suddenly felt something in his pocket. He put his hand in his pocket and pulled out a pocket knife. How did this get here?? He thought. But, without thinking, he stabbed the mattress from the top and started cutting through it until he reached a silver platform, the motion sensor.

25...

24...

23...

Simon noticed an on/off switch on the motion sensor and turned it off. "YES!!" He shouted. "YEEEEESS!!! YES, YES, YES!!!" It wasn't over yet. He pushed aside the motion sensor and found the time bomb. Which had a messy set of wires. Time to deactivate this thing! He thought, as he dug the pocket knife into the wires, trying to figure out which one deactivates the bomb.

10...

9...

8...

7...

Oh, fuck! I'm almost out of time!! Simon thought anxiously. That's it! I'm gonna fucking chance it! AAAAAHH!!! He cut a red wire which deactivated the bomb!

"YEEEEESS!!!!" Simon shouted in horror and relief. "YEEESSS!!! YES, YES, YES, YES, YES!!" He dropped onto the side of the bed and let out a loud sigh of relief. He rested his hand on the ground and suddenly felt something next to him. He grabbed it and found a tape recording. A sticky note attached to it reads "play me."

What the heck is this? Simon thought. He pressed the play button.

"Hello, Mr. Adams." The distorted voice said from the tape. "If you are listening to this, that means you've cheated on your test and because of that, your house will explode in 5, 4, 3..."

"Ohhh, SHIT!!!!" Simon screamed, as he jumped out the window and ran as fast as he could away from his house.

KA-BOOM!!!!!

His house didn't explode. The landlord's house did.