John woke up rested and calm for once. Years of being forced to wake up early every day by his parents made sleeping near torture, so being able to sleep in for once was the best feeling in the world. "Mmm, I don't think I've slept better in my life." Looking over at the bedside clock, he saw it was 9 o'clock in the morning. But, more importantly, he smelled something good, really good in fact. After taking off his PJs and throwing on some clothes that, oddly enough, we his exact style, he walked downstairs. He walked into the kitchen, and he couldn't believe the sight before him. The dining table had been covered in plates upon plates of breakfast food. Stacks of pancakes and waffles, piles of scrambled and fried eggs, slabs of bacon, bowls of fruit, and even more. It was like looking at a breakfast buffet.
"Holy shit, did Caleb make this? I guess I lucked out and got a 5-star chef as a roommate for now!" John finds a plate and begins to pile on food, and starts digging in.
As he's scarfing down food, Caleb walks down and sees the buffet on the table, and John eating like a rabid animal. "Jesus fuck John, did you make all this?! It looks amazing!" Caleb exclaimed.
"Huh?" John said between mouthfuls of food, "I thought you made this stuff bro."
"Me? Hell no, I can't even make spaghetti without burning it."
"Weird. I guess this place is haunted."
Caleb grabbed a plate, piled on some bacon and pancakes, and said "Well, if so, I'd say we scored a dope-as-hell ghost."
John nodded in agreement, and they both began to scarf the feast down. Within an hour, both the men had eaten the entire buffet of a breakfast. They sat back in content, bellies poking out a few inches from their shirts.
"Holy Jesus, I think that was the best meal I've ever eaten." Caleb said.
"Definitely. The food my parents made was, like, one step above what they serve in prison." John remarked.
As John sat there on the verge of a food coma, something caught his eye. John couldn't really place it, but something about Caleb, with his look of happiness and gut poking out from his shirt was weirdly interesting, exciting even. John really couldn't explain, he just couldn't bring himself to look away.
"Uh, John? You ok there buddy?" Caleb said, breaking the silence.
"What? Oh, yeah, I'm good. You just uh, have some food near your mouth."
Caleb licked it off and said "Ah, silly me, I can be a little bit of a slob with food this good ha-ha."
"I can relate to that. Well, I guess we better be on our way right?
"Seems like it is that time. Let clean up and we'll go our separate ways."
After cleaning all the dishes and putting them away, they both got ready to go. Unfortunately, both of them made a sad discovery. Everything they had packed, including their duffle bags, had vanished.
"CALEB!"
"JOHN!"
"My shit's been stolen!"
"So has mine!"
"Holy fuck who did this?!"
"Wait, you don't think...?"
Caleb and John both ran outside where they discovered that, not only had each other's motorcycle and bicycle had vanished, but the entire driveway and the road the cabin was off on had disappeared. The only thing they could see was more forest for who knows how long.
"Holy shit" John said "What the fuck is going on? Where is our fucking shit? Where's the fucking road?"
Caleb, assuming the role of a guardian, gently grabbed John on the shoulders and said "John, we need to calm down. Everything is gonna be fine. Let's just sit down and figure this shit out, okay?"
After a few deep breaths, John nodded his head and they both went to the living room and sat down on the large, comfy couches.
"Ok, so now what do we do?" John asked.