Christopher trying on his Halloween costume. Paw Patrol! Chase on the case.
October 28, 2015
The older brother grabbed on old BBQ grill from the backyard
that was hadn’t been used in years. Their dad surly wouldn’t miss it. It was
small and round with 2 wheels and a handle so it wasn’t too hard to move. He
located some charcoal, ready light and an old lighter in the shed. Quietly and
without being seen he was able to set the grill up in an empty field not too
far from the scary house.
He pushed and pulled the grill into a good spot where he
wouldn’t be seen. His little bother hid around the corner reading the crayon
colored map the showed exactly where to place his cameras. He just waited for a
sign from his bother. That is when the distraction would be set and for him to
act.
The older brother looked around and quickly placed the
charcoal in the grill. Suddenly he heard someone walking by and he stood
quietly, bag still in hand, waiting for them to walk by. Did they hear him? The
thick branches of the tree would surly hide him, wouldn’t they?
Finally there was silence. He grabbed the lighter and lit
the charcoal on fire and placed the lid on top of it. He peered out of the
trees and when he saw that no one was looking he ran to his position, out of
sight of the house, but close enough to place his camera out once their plan
was set in motion.
The wind blew and swayed the trees but there was no smoke
yet. Had the fire gone out? Should he go back and relight it. Would the house
see him this time? He was afraid to move. There was no way to communicate with
his little bother. He could only hope that his brother had enough patience to
wait for the signal of heavy smoke that they agree upon.
The older brother was about to give up and wait until
another day since the grill was set in place and hidden for easy access for
another day. But then it happened. A poof of white smoke pooped out of the
canopy of trees. The white smoke drifted above the horizon. Steadily the
intermitted smoke closed the gap from its distance of the grill and it began to
billow out causing a chaotic scene that there could be a fire in the area.
“Fire!” A woman shouted.
“Call, 9-1-1!” another neighbor yelled.
The brothers’ held fast waiting for the moment the fire
trucks arrived. They knew that the house would be too distracted by the
emergency vehicles to see them climbing trees and mounting their cameras.
The first fire truck arrived. It was a big engine, with 3 firefighters
all decked out in their fighting gear. The first one jumped off and prepared to
open a fire hydrant that was mounted next to 313.
“I can’t open it,” she yelled.
A fellow firefighter ran over to help her. They grabbed the
large wrench and pushed together but it wouldn’t budge. A lightly laugh could
be heard. The house was mocking them.
Whoosh.
A slight wind was casted towards the hydrant and the water
flow loosened at a fast pace sending both fighter fighters towards the ground
where they landed in a thud on the sidewalk. Water gushed out into the street.
“We need water,” the nozzle man shouted.
The two firefighters stood up by the hydrant and stumbled to
the wrench handle.
“1,2,3,” she shouted.
They tried again to turn off the water to attach the hose.
And again a whoosh of wind sent them careening into the street. The water was
off. The house at 313 rumbled with laughter.
The smoke was thicker and billowed out faster the wind mixed
the smoke throughout the neighborhood. People came out to see what was going on
in their once quite community.
“Will you attach that hose to the hydrant,” a fire fighter
yelled.
“Got it, I got it,” she yelled.
She twisted the nozzle lock to the right in order to attach
the hose but once she let the metal cylinder go it would spin back to the left.
She’d try again. But it would not stay attached.
The boys seized their moment and ran to their position. The
little brother scaled the tree right across the street from 313. He got to the
highest part and clearest view of the house and started to mount his camera.
His older brother ran into the backyard of the house directly behind 313 and
climbed their orange tree. When he got to the best possible spot he attached
his camera. But instead of leaving he lingered about. He had the perfect spot
to see the distraction they both concocted. The smoke from the grill flooded
the streets and people gathered to see it. He scanned his surroundings until he
looked directly had 313.
The wind started to shift. The tree began to shake and sway
from side to side. Oranges started falling from the tree. Had the ghost inside
seen him? Are they trying to shake him out? He became scared and scurried down
from his perch as fast as he could. The cameras were set. This Halloween the
boys were determined to show 313 for what it really was: a house for lost
souls.
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No fear here as Christopher jumps in the pool.
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