you find yourself looking for a late night snack. cookies? no, your body is craving something healthy, like fruit. conveniently enough, it looks as though your mother came home from the grocery with a fresh bunch of bananas. in your weary state, you meander to the bundle and pull off the first one in sight. ‘this should keep me satisfied until breakfast,’ you think to yourself. you place the banana down to grab a glass from the cupboard for water.
as you feel around the back for your favorite spiderman cup (circa 2005), you think you hear someone laugh right next to you. you quickly whip around to find the culprit but no one is there. you’re spooked but too tired and now too hangry to care. you find your spiderman swinging-into-action cup and walk to the refrigerator for some water.
then the laughter happens again. you nearly drop your cup and mutter a hasty “shit” under your breath. now you’re a little more awake and realizing that you probably didn’t just imagine it the first time. you look around again trying to find the sound.
“psst,” you hear a faint whisper come from behind you, but there’s no one there. you believe ghosts are real but this is just too much right now.
“pssssst,” you hear that same whisper again, this time you look down.
the only thing there is the banana.
‘the banana… is talking to me?’ now you think you’ve lost it.
remembering those stupid jokes and silly games from your childhood, you pick up the banana and turn it in your hands. you swear you heard the whispering come from the banana… right?
swallowing your pride, you slowly raise the banana to your ear while glancing around the room just to make sure your younger sibling isn’t playing some sick joke on you to share with their friends.
“h-hello…?” you mumble hesitantly. this is probably the dumbest thing you’ve done in your life but you swear to god you heard those sounds. nothing happens for what seems like forever, until something does.
as you’re about the give up your endeavor and admit insanity, a quiet voice escapes the fruit.
“no one will ever believe you,” the banana chuckles breathily in your ear. it was so faint it could have been your imagination had it not been the feeling of breath blowing into your ear. you freeze in panic because what the fuck just happened.
at the same moment your younger sibling walks into the kitchen.
“are you… talking to a banana?” they ask incredulously.
embarrassed and shocked, you stammer out a response, “i-it’s not what it looks like!” you exclaim, quickly pulling the banana from your ear. “it-“
“whatever, im going back to bed,” your sibling frowns and walks out.
you hear the banana laugh at you again.
“no one,” it whispers with amusement. you swear you hear the smile in its voice.
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