James waited for all of "them" to sleep, when he heard all their doors shut and waited a good hour after he got up. He carefully, surgically opened his door. His breath held somewhere deep within, tip-toeing down his hall each low creak was like a crack of thunder especially in front of his families rooms. But somehow he made it to the safety of the living room there his seat drenched face felt secure enough to inhale fresh air.
His eyes darted around the room till they rested on the drawers that were down here, they usually shoved important notes and papers in there and he assumed that is as good a place to start searching as any. Carefully opening and trying his best not to make any noise he rummaged through the thing, finding coupons, passwords, and anything else you could think of but not the business card he remembered his mom having from the vacation sweepstakes. She printed it out so it was thin and yellow, James was in his search that he did not hear that loud steps descending the stairs. Who ever owned these feet made no attempt to mask their presence, young James was just too in engrossed in the task that he failed to notice, even when the steps began to snake themselves behind him. Only when he felt whoever it was now stand right behind him did he notice, not only did this stop his search it scared him he jumped upward gasping into two flabby globes of fat that his head felt were dressed in what felt like a thin sheet.
His head bumping assault produced a moan from behind him, he turned around to see who this was and was terrified to see his...
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