I Decided To Throw A Party While My Parents Were Gone, But The Horrific Things That Happened Made Me Wish They Never Left
I looked closely at the photo. At first glance, it was just your typical drunk high school party group photo. However, on the far right of the picture was the head and shoulders of a man I had never seen before.
By 
Jack Follman
The automatic light above the garage was broken again. A pale shock of illumination flickered through the open spaces in the blinds of my bedroom. Waking me in the middle of the night.
“Mother of fuck,” I groaned and rolled out of the soft massage of warmth of my bed and out into the cold air of my bedroom.
The remnants of the half bottle of Wild Turkey I downed before sleep stoked me with a little bit of heat, but still couldn’t fully comfort the pads of my feet when they touched on the hardwood on the way to the large window in the corner of my bedroom.
The auto light above the garage outside the house had been malfunctioning the past few nights. I woke a number of times in the middle of the night because it shined right into my room when it came on. It was only supposed to flick on when someone pulled into or walked up into the driveway, but it was coming on almost bi-hourly at this point each night.
I could see the light still shining through the blinds when I staggered up to my bedroom window and pulled the drawstring cord open. What the absence of the cheap wooden blinds revealed was not what I expected.