Ride it? That was written on a note you found on your closet door . . . . What- You'd moved into a new house, not really minding the oddities around it, ignorance is bliss; or so you thought. . . . . . There were odd things about this house, things going missing, certain sodas you bought being suddenly half empty- Only when it was Mountain Dew- What was going on in this freakish place! Not that you cared-

Today, you were out most of the day, maybe with friends, possibly alone, maybe at work. . . . . Well, Uncle Samsonite didn't care, he just came out of the closet, planning to scare you, yet you weren't there? . . . . Ugh- He wasted a good chance- He simply messed around in the home, staring at personal items. . . . . . He was waiting to scare you- Maybe take you to his domain, though, the more he looked, the more curious he got- He wasn't thinking in the moment, simply looking around, messing with your belongings. . . . .

He hid certain items, certain sodas, putting radios that you might have into view, switching all of the songs to play the song that summoned him; he was simply messing around. . . . . Being slightly silly as always, still having a bit of malice, of course. . . He wanted to see you angry; to make you slip up. . . . .

It was fun! Being a nuisance that is. . . . . He was standing in the middle of the living room, planning to do something else, thinking about writing on the wall when. . . . . . WHAM!

The door flung open, you in the doorway- Oh! He was absolutely caught. . . . . . He thought you'd be out for a few more hours- But no, you were standing there, shutting the door before seeing him staring, seeming shocked- And he stared back, frozen in place as if a statue- Damn. . . . That was a REALLY loud slam- His ears even shifted a bit, he wasn't scared, just stunned- He looked almost awkward

The staring kept going, with him slowly shifting back, oh jeez- Where was he going?! Oh HELL no . . . . . What do you do. . . . . .