Voices in the Closet
by dub W 6/22/2007 / Teen Issues
The computer blinked an incoming message at the same time David's mother opened the door. "Hun, it's time for bed. I see you still didn't get this room picked up. You'll have to do it tomorrow." She put her hand on her hip. "Shut everything down now cause it's getting late, and you have school tomorrow."
"Okay, I'll clean it tomorrow, mom." David was almost glad for the admonition. For over an hour he had been messaging an online friend. He spun in his chair and typed, "Gotta go. Cya."
"Oh, David," continued his mother, "you're taking your sister to school tomorrow, I'll be at the church helping dad and the mission group get underway. But, I'll pick her up."
"Gotcha. Drop Misty off, okay, no biggie."
His mother laughed. "I'll remind you. Night hun."
David clicked the start button and the process of the computer shutdown began. Seconds later the screen blinked to black. He switched off his desk light and fell backwards across his twin bed.
A rustling in his closet made his ears perk up.
"Hey man, you think he's asleep?" asked a voice in his closet.
"Yeah, either that or dead, he's not movin,'" said another voice.
David turned his head. "Who's there?"
"Uh, we're just voices in your closet."
"You scared?" the second voice asked. "I'll say boo, if you want me to."
"Naw, I saw the movie." David tried to see in the closet.
"I didn't say we were monsters, just voices."
"Whatever." David dropped his head on his pillow.
"So, like what's with all this stuff in your closet?"
"Yeah, man, it's totally deep in here." Another voice chimed in.
"Storage," David quipped.
"Storage? I think it's more like salvage."
Another voice echoed from the back of the closet. "Oh, now this is quality; an empty Nerds box. How cool is that?"
"Wow, you think that's special," said a nearby voice, "I found a whole sack of wrappers."
David felt a little embarrassed. "I was saving that."
"Right. And, this torn sheet of paper? That's good stuff. I suppose it's keepsake?"
"Yers is flat, mine's all wadded up." Another voice in the closet sounded as if it was rustling through papers.
"Hey, quit messing with my stuff."
"Man, we are yer stuff."
David strained to see into the closet.
A voice from the back of the closet yelled, "Hey, kid, when's the last time you washed these socks. Phew."
"Very creative kid, those socks stand up by themselves."
"You sound like my baseball coach." David blinked.
"Bet he told you to wash all the rest of yer gym stuff too."
"Oh, gross," said another voice.
"Yeah, okay, I get it," David stammered.
"Somebody help me, help me," called a voice from the closet. "I'm tangled up in wires."
Another voice from the closet interrupted, "it's a jungle in here."
"That's my chargers and power cords, and speaker wire, don't tangle that stuff."
"You gotta be kidding," the voice seemed strained, "we've been trying to find our way out of this wire for months."
"I just stepped on a flattened ping pong ball, now that's special."
Another voice in the back of the closet yelled. "Lookee here, your old church camp Bible."
"I musta left it there after camp." David thought back to his last trip to church camp.
The voice continued, "like, the last time you went to camp was two years ago."
The voices started laughing. "Hey kid, we're not laughing with you, we're laughing at you."
David tugged at the sheets. "I'm not laughing."
"Oh, you would be if you were in here with us."
"Be nice." David leaned up on one elbow.
"Yeah," yelled one of the voices. "I'm sitting here in a pile of dirty underwear, and I'm not laughing."
"Underwear isn't funny," said David.
"You can say that again,"
The light in David's room flashed on. "Hey sleepy head, rise and shine. Time to get ready for school.
David pulled back the covers. "Morning already?" He glanced into his closet.
"Your sister's downstairs eating breakfast. Don't forget to take her to school. I'll leave lunch money for you on the table. So, get a move on."
"Hey, mom, do we have any really big trash bags?"
"dub" is a freelance Christian writer, best known for his straight forward approach to common issues. His 38 year professional writing career gives him keen insight into successful reporting. To contact dub email firstname.lastname@example.org