The End of the Bubbles

If there’s one thing I can’t stand, it’s a locked door. So, it’s a good thing I have my

key. Yes, my key. Seriously, what did you expect? It is a well known fact that keys are used to open doors. Let’s just hope mine is the right one. I shove my key in the door lock, gave it a little jiggle, and

The door lets out a low moan of pleasure before the lock clicks open. “Just to warn you, my smart home is set to ‘creepy’.” He shrugged and opened the door, inviting us in.

A cold sweat ran down my back as soon as I crossed the threshold into his home. Red and green paisley tapestries covered all of the walls in the hall and a crab shaped sofa was placed in front of one of them. Through the ajar living room door, a machine kept spraying bubbles.

At last, I thought to myself, I can end this nightmare for everyone. The music of a slow, drawling waltz issued with the bubbles from the living room. It made me want to run, to hide, but I took a deep breath & rushed into the room. "Lawrence Welk!" I cried, "This ends now!"

The band stopped and the chatter of the crowd came to an abrupt halt. I waited for Lawrence to appear from the crowd of faces staring at me. I waited.. for an awkward amount of time. Someone cleared their throat. And then I heard a voice from the back “Mr. Welk just left, Sir.”