Rudy's Room



	The soft sound of the overhead fan as it cut through the air and pushed it around cooling the dark room.  A flash of light entered the white, shaded window and illuminated the messy bedroom. Clothes strewn across the dark, wood floor. Aluminum cans of various content levels sit uninterrupted on dresser tops. The thunder drummed and soon vibrated the thin glass window, which threatened to break from the loud bass sounds.
	Another flash of light, pictures of a single mom and single child decorated the plain white walls of the upstairs room. Framed certificates from schools and many other social events share the walls with the portraits and pictures. The rumble of thunder boomed boisterously this time. A new sound originated from somewhere outside of the disorganized sanctuary. A sanctuary that held a boy named Rudy. Thunder preceded the sound of rubber screeching on the asphalt. Most likely someone skidding on the slick road way.
	But then all is quiet again.
	The soft tipper taps of rain droplets on the window begin to add to the natural music of a thunderstorm. The sharp, small, cracks increased until it became an almost deafening roar. Another flash of light and crack of thunder, the intervals between the two became shorter. One of the cans fall and pitter patter, empty on the wooden floor. Perhaps as the fan whipped above caught a particularly hard gust of wind, which knocked the can off the dresser. The can settled on the floor with the discarded clothes soiled or not.
	All is still and quiet again. Soon a soft siren could be heard. Slowly it began to become stronger and louder. Stronger and stronger still! The window flashed blue and alternated with red accompanied with the sound of sirens that blared loudly before slowly dissipating with the red and blue flashes into nothingness.
	A soiled plate garnished with bits of crumbs and a fork are on the dresser sits undisturbed next to a game counsel controller. A can nearby seemed to float a few inches above  the wooden surface of the dresser. The window flashed again and the can dropped with a thud. It's contents began to bubble and foam from the shock of being dropped so sharply. It spilled over and slid slowly down the outer surface until it pooled in a ring at the bottom of the can.
	The sound of thunder punctuated the small flat screen that turned on by itself.  The game counsel controller illuminated and shown signs of life. Bright light and the audio of a war game started up. Whistles and machine gun fire played and reverberated off of the walls as a small montage of historic war video played. The controller lifted off of the dresser and levitated gracefully, eerily in the empty room. 
	The joysticks on the controller began to shift and navigate through the many screens and options until the main game began. The flash of light followed by the sound of thunder accompanied the artificial gunfire and bombs being set off in the game.
	The rain picked up again as it skipped the build up and stayed at a deafening cracendo. The rain beating, thunder booming, game noises resounding, sirens blaring again going in the opposite direction before, Silence.
	The the sound of rain gone yet the rain still falls. Lightning flashes yet no thunder follows. The game continued to flicker the room with mixed colors. The controller joystick and buttons still moved on their own. 
	The light from the television began to outline and shadow a manifestation of paws holding the game controller. Pale, translucent, dark tan fur continued to manifest arms and legs quickly  until a full body was revealed standing in the middle of the room. The front of the nearly invisible man reflected the video game light as if it were a solid entity. The clothing this specter wore looked soggy. The fur matted and askew, held together by the dampness of water or the stickiness of drying blood that specked the dogs face. One of the dog's eyes was clouded, blinded from trauma. The front of his shirt ripped and exposed a deep gash along the chest that ran diagonally to the top of his waist band. The entity looked to be no older then sixteen.
	The teen's eyes stared at the screen in a dazed manner. A picture in the foreground would reveal that this manifestation was indeed the one called Rudy. Rudy stood still as he played his video games peacefully. The deafening silence soon broke when the ghost took in a soft breath and sighed. "Why did I leave my sanctuary?" He spoke to himself in reflection. The room was quiet again and the all consuming silence crashed over the bedroom once more.
	A flash of light and the sounds of heavy rain and thunder could be heard again with a crash, it was soon followed by the artificial sounds of gunfire. The clock shown nine ten and soon shown nine thirty. The sounds of rain had dyed away to nothingness again. Lightning and the sounds of thunder began to become rarer as the storm seemed to be leaving, but Rudy knew better.
"There is a storm a coming…No one is alone…" He mumbled to himself continuously until the sound of a phone ringing traveled throughout the home and through the closed bedroom door.
	The phone's bells rung again. Three times, four times before somewhere within the house someone answered it. 
"A storm's a coming."
	Down stairs a one sided conversation began.
"Hello, Grugby residence." A perky feminine voice could be heard muffled through the dry wall and wood.
"Yes, This is she?"
"Pardon me what, I didn't quite hear you correctly?!" The voice grew stronger, some dread, anger and panic lace the tone.
"This is a joke right!" Anger poisoned the sentence followed by a pause.
"No, that can't be…Where is he?" The woman didn't allow the person on the other end to answer, "How is he?" A long pause tinted with quiet sobs, all the while Rudy stood and stared unblinking the tv screen.
"Critical condition! What! No!" The unknown woman wailed into the phone. "My baby! " A loud crash of of plastic could be heard as it hit the tiled floor. Panicked wails and calls of Rudy's name echoed throughout the home. The grim vocals added to the slower pace of the thunderstorm jive. Soon the sound of car keys chimed before another loud crash of thunder, which masked the sound of the back door that slammed shut.
"I told you a storm was a coming," Rudy said solemnly.
"But it's okay, no one will suffer alone for too long," Rudy said almost happily.
	All was still again except the fan and the game controller. Time past, nine thirty turned to nine thirty five. Rudy stopped his playing at nine forty and looked around the room. His good eye scanning the portraits and certificates of his achievements. 
He smiled, "It is time, I am coming Mo…" A blinding flash of light with an equally deafening blast of sound filled the house only for a moment. Once the flash had gone, the manifestation of Rudy had vanished with it. The controller hung in the air for only a moment more before it fell and crashed loudly onto the floor.
	The tv flickered and sputtered a little before a small pop sounded behind it followed by a soft orange glow. The glow grew and grew as the piece of technology began to burn. Flaming melted plastic dripped onto the wooden stand and burned charred divest into the wood. The flame grew larger and larger. Its tongue's lapped at the walls, peeled and curled the paint away. Soon the room filled with thick smoke and everything was blinded. 
	The sounds of thunder had died, after the last strike of lightning. Outside the last graceful sounds could be heard under the soft murmur of the fire. The soft drips of water from the vegetation and the slowly dying rumble of thunder off in the distance. The symphony of the night coming to an end. The sound of tires that screeched over the asphalt, followed by the clank of metal twisting around, the sound of sirens and the now deafening roar of fire, which signaled the conclusion of the nights music.

Note
I have no idea where this came from other then I just sat down and wrote for thirty minutes and edited something into a little story. I enjoy critique and will love to take some advice and hints onto how to make things run a little smoother. Also if there are any grammatical errors I should watch for in the future kindly point me to the rule so I can further my awareness. Thank you for reading if you got this far haha!