If You Knew What I Knew:
Chapter 7

AJ

    “AJ! AJ!” Brian burst into my dressing room, breathless and pale as a sheet.  He was holding onto the doorknob, bent over as if he were gonna throw up.
    “What man?” I was kind of pissed that he decided to interrupt me.  “Can you come back, man?  I’m sort of in the middle of something!” I gestured to my girlfriend, Amanda.
    “No!  You don’t understand!” Brian just stared at me.
    “What is it Brock?” I was exasperated.
    “A shoe...there was a shoe...”
    “Bri, we all wear shoes.  What’s the problem?” I pulled my shirt back on and moved toward the door. 
    “I...there was a shoe...hit me...shoe...in the air...” Brian didn’t look so good anymore.  And what he said about a shoe in the air kind of interested me.
    “Okay, maybe it’ll be better if you just show me,” I turned back towards Amanda.  “I’ll be right back, baby.  I promise.” I gave her a quick kiss and then shut the door behind me.
    Brian didn’t say anything to me so I didn’t either.  I just followed him and wondered what this whole thing was about.
    “You know, I had a perfectly good make-out session going on in there.  This better be important.”
    “It’s definitely important!” Brian finally put a whole sentence together.
    I followed him into his dressing room.  It was pitch black.
    “You turn on the lights and tell me what you see.” Brian stared at me through the biggest eyes.  I could tell that he wasn’t faking.  “I haven’t seen it yet, so just don’t say anything unless it’s something stupid.  Let me tell you all that I know.”  I turned toward him.  “I was about to take a nap when a shoe hit me in the back of the head.”
    “What?” I didn’t get it.
    “Just turn on the lights.  I’ll be out here.”
    Brian leaned against the wall next to the door and closed his eyes.  I could tell that he really didn’t want to see whatever was in his room.
    “You’re not afraid of the boogie man are you, B-Rok?” I punched him softly in the arm, but the look on Brian’s face told me that this was more than scary-movie jitters.
    I stepped into the doorway and took a deep breath.  Whatever was in the room was about to be discovered.  I flipped the light switch without thinking twice.
    Then I wish I hadn’t.
    “He didn’t wait.  He didn’t wait.”

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