The Descent of Victor Duxbury

"What?" he asked Allison.

"Victor do you want me to make you some coffee?" The voice from behind the door asked him without opening it.

"No, don’t worry about it. I’m not going to work today. I think I’m going to sleep in for a little bit" Andrew said He really could use a day to sleep in. He hadn’t slept past 7 o’clock in the past 2 years. This was going to be great. A day to himself. He could sleep in; maybe make love to Allison if he felt like it later on. And why not? They were most likely going to spend the day cooped up inside the house anyways if there was so much snow outside.

"The Chrysler dealership on Adio Ave. will be closed today due to the massive amounts of snow. Roy’s Pizza Palace right next door on Adio will also be closed today, as well as the Limebeer’s place on Grenbeck Street." The radio went on announcing more closings for the day. There must be 10 feet of snow out there, Andrew thought. He stretched out his arms and legs and closed his eyes again. That was weird. He had never been able to do that before without his feet hanging off the end of the bed, but they weren’t. All of him was underneath the cotton sheets, toes and all. Andrew thought nothing of it and just enjoyed being comfortable.

"The Davidson’s place will also be closed today. Along with the Mark’s, Tobias’, and Cowie’s places on Grenbeck.." The announcer had been listing off closings for the last 15 minutes. How bad of a snowstorm was there outside?

Davidson’s? On Grenbeck? That couldn’t be right. Didn’t Andrew know the Davidson’s? Well no he didn’t. He had never been on Grenbeck Street in his live. And yet at the same time he knew that William Davidson who lived at 43 Grenbeck was an older man with salt and pepper hair and he lived there with his daughter and her husband. How could someone’s house be closed? Andrew’s blood turned to ice water in his veins and he jumped up and hit the power button on the radio

"The Chow’s place on Nettle Rd. will be closed today also." Andrew hit the power button again, this time bringing his closed fist down on top of the radio. Hard. "The Chambers place, also on Nettle Rd. will be closed, too." Andrew didn’t like this. It was getting too weird for him. He reached behind the night table and pulled the plug to the radio. The red numbers that had told him it was 7:17 am blinked and was gone, leaving only a black display. Silence. Andrew gave a sigh of relief and climbed back into bed.

"The Hartman place right off of Grenbeck on Ternet Ave will be closed today, nice try Vic, along with the Steven’s, and Sampsons places." The announcers voice blared out of the radio, which seemed to have been turned up to full volume. But the display was still blank.

"SHUT UP, SHUT UP!" Andrew yelled at the radio announcer as he threw the sheets off of himself and went over to the closet. This was really scaring him and he didn’t want to hear it anymore. He pulled aside some old shirts and found… He found that his baseball bat he kept there was gone. Allison had made him put it there in fear of someone breaking into their house. But it wasn’t there.

"The Cressman place, also on Ternet will be closed today as well. Along with the Browns and Suens places." Andrew looking through the closet found something that would do the job of the baseball bat very nicely.