Cell 7

by

Jason Reed


It was a hot day in the hood. Not hot enough for Mason though. Mason Daniels is a hard headed man that just doesn’t know when to quit. He had a crush on this girl named Tamika Reynolds. She was light skinned, about 5’9” and had a nice 150 pound frame. She was a manager of a grocery store. Truly a knock out. The only thing was that no one would really flirt with her and if they did it was unheard of. To Mason this was his big chance….perhaps not. He often spoke to his cousin Reggie about her. Reggie always tried to change the subject. He acted as if he was scared of her. Today, Mason shared his plans to Reggie as they sat on Mason’s front porch. “You what???”, Reggie asked. “Listen Mason, there are people missing from the hood and I aint gonna let you play yourself like that. Tamika is not just some woman across the street. Men have tried what your doing; going in her house while she wasn’t home numerous times since she leaves the front door open. You never see any of them come out do you?”, Reggie asked. “No but-”, Mason said. “But…there is no butts man cant you get that through your head. Don’t be stupid man.”, Reggie said. “Look all I want to do is just put my phone number on her table and we can be out just like that!”, Mason said. “We!”, Reggie said in curiosity. “Yes, you and I. I have to try man. I have heard the same rumors but I don’t believe it. I don’t think she got come crazy shit going on or anything like that. Now, just in case, I even got radio’s. My Uncle Joe is in the living room with one of them. You will have one and I will have one just in case.”, Mason said.

Reggie felt a little bad about the whole idea. He decided what the hell. They were all young and in their twenties including Tamika, why not take a little risk! Reggie and Mason took their radio’s and proceeded across the street. Mason began to test communications with his uncle. “Okay uncle were across the street how do you read me?”, Mason asked. “Oh loud and clear…you crazy kids!”, Joe said while reading the newspaper. Reggie and Mason arrived to Tamika’s door and yes, it was open. They knew no one was there they walked inside the house. Now Tamika was not the cleanest woman in the world. The two men saw no trash but saw shoes and clothes all over the floor. Not just that but Tamika had some sort of contraption hooked up. “Hey Mason!”, Reggie called as he bent down and picked something up off of the floor. “This is cool. She got G.I. JOE size Nikes up in here! Homegirl must play with dolls.”, Reggie said. “Come on man you’re the one that didn’t want to come…now your being nosy.”, Mason said. “Hey wait a minute. That contraption is a flash light connected to some sort of security like red beam that’s real thin. The beam is going across the dinning room entrance. What kind of security alarm is this? Damn….the red light must be about ankle high. Wow…she’s got a wanna-be security system.”, Reggie said. Mason paid it no mind and started towards the dinning room table to place his phone number down. Reggie just happen to be walking along side with him in unison. They both made a big mistake. They crossed the red light which caused the flash light to flash light on both of them. “WHAT??”, Reggie yelled. Dumb asses! Both of them stopped. Then, faster than you could say ouch, they both shrunk to mere inches. “What the hell??”, Reggie screamed. Both of them was sitting on the floor but under the red security beam. Everything they had on shrunk even their radios. Mason began to gag and then looked quickly to his left to see the biggest toe section of a stocking he had ever seen. Then, he remembered that he and Reggie stepped over a pair of sandals. Mason turned around to find the sandals to be a little more than the length of a commercial trailer and the width of two school buses side by side. “Ohhh shit!”, Mason said. “Well don’t just sit there we have to hide until we can figure out how to get out of here!”, Reggie said. “Ohhh shit!”, Mason said again.

Reggie and Mason got up and took off running. They ran for minutes. The suddenly came across someone else lying on the dinning room floor. It was a man and at that someone they knew. He looked as if he was covered up with a dirty gym sock. “Help me!!”, the man said. “Hey Reggie! It’s Brad Houston! Help me get this sock off of him!”, Mason said. They did and was shocked by the sight of the rest of him which was covered by the sock. The man had been half way stomped intentionally by Tamika. “Forget about him he’s going to die anyway!”, Reggie said. They both ran on and came across someone else. “What the hell…you two get out of here the bitch is crazy man. No wait get me out of this stinking stocking man come on!!!”, the man said to Reggie and Mason. It was Mason’s old English teacher Henry Stone. Reggie and Mason did not even bother to help him and just kept on running. Again they cross a pair of dirty panties. It was lying on the floor crotch side up. There, a man was appeared to be sewn into the crotch area of the panties spread eagle style. “You boys get out of here….save yourself!”, the man said. It did not matter where they ran. There was a man being used or so far at least one man crushed nearly to death as amusement to Tamika. The two men just kept on running and once again the ran into someone else. This man that they ran into could not even talk. He appeared to be strapped to a baby stroller that would come with a Barbie collection or something with Barbie holding the stroller. The man was even stripped of his clothing and dressed in diapers. This was too much for Reggie and Mason. They began running again but this time there was nothing in sight. For some reason as Mason was running, he began to think about the past when he and Tamika was in gym class together. He had a close friend at that time whom was missing and at that still missing. Around this time he had a crush on Tamika but she was dating his friend Johnny Newburg. He remember getting into it with Johnny once because by accident he stepped on Tamika’s new Nikes she bought for gym class. Just so happens the next day, Johnny never showed up and Tamika did not seem to care that much about the news going around about his disappearance. He then hoped that if she found him like this she would not be as careless. So far in life she refuses to even acknowledge that they are neighbors and former classmates. In any rate, the two men continued to run for their lives until the reached the edge of a step. They both lost their balance, fell off the step but quickly grabbed the edge of the step. Now they were both hanging on for dear life. “Nice work Mason! I told you we shouldn’t have come here. You got us into this shit Captain Horses Ass and now bastard you get us the fuck out of it!”, Reggie said. “Shut up shit head! Im losing my grip. Hey, don’t look down.”, Mason said. They did not stand a chance and both of them indeed lost their grips. The began falling and finally hit the ground hard.


Reggie and Mason at this point was out cold. It was 5PM, one hour before Tamika was due home. Joe got on the radio thinking that he must pass on a message to the two tiny men. “Hey you two I just left the crapper. I guess that damn girl came home cause her front door is shut. I saw that you boys left the door open. You know I am noted for my great security work. I never miss anything. Oh yeah its true. Flash light cops honor!! I swear. Obviously you boys got out of there otherwise I would have seen police cars coming to get you for breaking and entering. Boy…flashlights are a wonderful thing to have. I hope that the girl you seek Mason understands the value of a flashlight. Well, don’t stay out too late. What am I saying, your both grown. Well, I’m going to bed…..bye!”, Joe said. That was not the case. Obviously, Uncle Joe if you can tell is a high ranking moron. Tamika had not even arrived yet.


Two hours had passed. Reggie and Mason still down for the count. Tamika was home and was aware that her alarm system had went off. Tamika even discovered Reggie and Mason. She smiled down at them. Her alarm system worked precisely the way she wanted it to but this time, the intruders were left exactly where she wanted them. Tamika did not bother washing up. She put on a pair of booty shorts with a very short hemmed shirt. She took off the socks she had on and slipped into a pair of black Nikes. Kind of funny but it was the same Nike’s that Mason thought about earlier. They were indeed old, raunchy and smelly. She kind of wondered if Mason remembered them. It didn’t matter….for he soon will. Not just that, he also will soon want to forget them as well she thought. Tamika went to the mall to do a little shopping. When she arrived she went into a shoe store. When she got in there she immediately picked out a pair of mules. She was then approached by a salesman. “Hi mam, how can I assist you today?”, the salesman asked. “Yes I wanted to know if you had these in a size 7 please!”, Tamika said. The salesman left in search of them and Tamka then sat down awaiting his return. While she waited, she took her sneakers off. Mason had just awoke. “Reggie! Reggie come in! Where the hell are we?”, Mason asked using his radio. Mason did not get an answer at all. He figured maybe Reggie was knocked out also. He began looking around. He realized that he did not land on the floor at all. He knew he landed in something but did not know what. “You rang?”, Reggie asked over the radio sounding faint. Mason did not answer back so quickly as he was still in curiosity. He then found something very strange on the side of the wall he stood by inside the container. It was a message of sorts written in some ones blood that read:
To My replacement in hell,

Hello, welcome to prison or what I call hell
Hope you enjoy this bitches stench. Save
Yourselves …..if you can.

Yours,
The dying Johnny Newburg

Mason couldn’t believe this. “Mason! Can you please explain to me what’s with all of the bright lights and why would this damn woman have her interior decorator put the number 7 on the floor with a circle around it. Please tell me too…why is the floor damp and what on earth is that horrible stench.”, Reggie asked over the radio. “Oh no! I see the same thing and it stinks in here too! No….these aren’t containers Reggie. This is the bitches shoes.”, Mason said. “Now to you she’s a bitch!”, Reggie said being sarcastic. “OHH SHIT!”, Reggie and Mason said at the same time. Reggie then looked up and the ever so sarcastic and tough Reggie shook in fear as he saw five light skinned toes coming into the shoe like a runaway freight train. Then, Mason saw the same thing in his shoe like cell. It did not take long for Tamika to have her sneakers back on all the way….and she did. “Ha ha ha….such squirming!”, Tamika said. “Ahhh excuse me mam is everything alright your laughing as if though there is something wrong with and you seem to be stretching your legs as if you have a cramp in your foot or something.”, the salesman said. “Oh it’s nothing…just think about my toys!”, Tamika said as she calmed all the excitement down the two men were causing to her smelly bare toes. Tamika bought the mules and headed out of the store. Reggie and Masons days were numbered as far as Tamika was concerned. However, like so many of the others, she decided that she would torture them a little while…maybe a couple of years. Just like she did her ex boyfriend Johnny Newburg. Surely enough, the two tiny men were in for hell…..trapped in Tamika’s Nike’s.


The End?