Calling It Black

So was sitting in my room listening to Ms. Turner’s Proud Mary when the power goes off. “Great! That idiot forgot to pay the electric before he left.” My parents had gone to Arkansas to spoil my older brother with undeserving attention he didn’t even want. So there I was sitting in my room with nothing left to do but think.
I could hear my sister in the room next to me trying to figure out what happened. Then it happened, my body was invaded by an unknown host. It felt like a cross from an LSD trip and being force feed with a spoon. I was dizzy with a drunken happiness and a sharp pain stabbed me back to reality. “What the Hell was that?” I was scared and confused then it came to me that I just might have had a hallucination. I was covered in sweat and there was a golf ball size knot in my head. I called out for my sister but something was telling me she wasn’t there. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness I made out a pale angelic like face with eyes darker than what you’d expect hell to be. It didn’t take long for me to realize I was being haunted by a little boy with absolutely no bedside manners.
I felt my body pull from itself and I could hear my heart beat drop my chess felt like it was being crushed and my legs went numb. I woke up. The lights in my room where still off and I sat up confused about what happened. I didn’t know what was real then, I heard my dad. “You girls get down here and clean the house.” “He must want to be yelled at.” I thought to myself. I have a zero tolerance policy for asshole’s being treating me like a maid and being yelled at with orders like a beast. I have instilled this in my sister to. I got up and started walking towards my door barely keeping my balance and clumsily falling over books and clothing. When I got to the stairs I fell all the way down and I also noticed they were no longer stacked like a normal staircase but they curved. I still wasn’t awake, or was I? I went down and I couldn’t understand what my dad was yelling about. I couldn’t speak, literally. I could just stand there and give dirty looks while he walked around the house stating the obvious.
Then I woke up I had never felt so alive and fear was gone. I walked out of my room and the lights were on. My sister shorted the outlet in her room and the lights in our rooms alone went out. I still have no idea what happened that night but I was glad I was in one piece. Before I went to bed I went to see if the lights were off then I said “Victoria. The pot is black.” “I know” she responded why do you have to state the obvious?