air conditioner

I was at my grandmother’s house at night. It was back in the 1800s. There was some little girl that crawled up into the air conditioner along with her cat and got stuck. I walked by the air conditioner and heard them in there, calling for help. It wasn’t very loud. The water pipes came on and started filling the air conditioner with water.

I tried to go for help but no one in the house believed me. They kept trying to restrain me when I’d go to help the girl, saying that I was crazy and overreacting. They thought the little girl had just wandered off somewhere, that it was crazy to think she was inside the air conditioner.

I finally made it outside and tried to make a tower of stuff to reach up to the AC. That didn’t work so I threw bottles at it. I broke out one side but it wasn’t the one that had the child and the cat in it. I threw more stuff, including a brick, but couldn’t hit the other side. Some fat guy drove up in a purple car and I ran over to him. He was a friend of one of the people in the house. I told him about the girl and begged for him to go get help. He put the car in gear and left saying he’d get help.

I grabbed a concrete block, put it on its end, and climbed up on it to reach the front cover of the AC. The door opened and out stepped some black-haired lady. She saw what I was trying to do and warned me that others in the house might notice me. I stopped for a minute, getting down low on the deck. She went back inside after a minute and I jumped back on the concrete block. I beat at the air conditioner with a brick. It partially broke and some water trickled out. I hit it some more and it finally gushed water.

I heard cries of relief on the other side and heard that the little girl was being taken out. I jumped off the block and walked over to the door. They brought out the soggy, bedraggled cat and the little girl. Both were alive and okay, though the girl had two black eyes from being in there so long without oxygen. Everyone apologized for not believing me and thanked me for saving their daughter. I asked how the girl was but she just smiled at me. I had forgotten she was Mexican, so I told her she was a pretty little girl in Spanish and she smiled and agreed.