The Adventures of Captain Imperfecto : 313, A Halloween Short Story part III

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313, A Halloween Short Story part III

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A true horror. Nico at the dentist for a cleaning

October 28, 20115

That evening seemed normal. The streets began to become crossed with trick or treaters. The boys dressed up like commandos and double-checked their cameras to make sure they were working. The plan was to tease the house until it shook with rage.

Mildred was on her porch dressed like Raggedy Ann. She would shriek with laughter whne the children came to her door. Each child received one candy but 2 if she like your costume. The little bother was sad. Everyone was out and about getting their candy and this year he would get none. He whined to his older brother how he wanted candy to eat and how upset he was that there would be no endless candy treats for the coming weeks ahead.

His older brother paid no mind to his moans no candy tonight. He kept his head in his candy bag counting the eggs and making sure there were enough firecrackers to draw 313’s attention.

The streets began to fade out. Mildred was finally out of candy so she went in the house for the night. She shut off her light to make sure that no more children would approach her door. Only the glow of the jack-o-lantern could be seen from the street.

Eager to expose the dead, the oldest brother activated the cameras. They began to film the dimly lighted streets. He reached in his bag and grabbed an egg handing it over to his little brother. Nervously the little brother spun the egg in the palm of his hand unsure if he wanted to rattle the best. He was having second thoughts and wanted to just go home.

“Do it,” his older brother said.

The little brother launched the first egg towards 313. It sailed high in the sky and disappeared in the dark into an unknown fate. The only way they would know that thee egg struck the house was when they heard the loud thud. They weren’t sure where the egg landed but they didn’t care. “Wake up the beast” was the only thing on their mind.

The brothers thought they felt the house rumble but they weren’t sure if the shadows of the trees were playing tricks on their minds as the branches moved along with the strong wind.

“Again baby brother.”

They threw their eggs rapidly, one after another the eggs striking the house. Wake up, 313! Wake up!

The fence around the house folded down and sprang back up. The house window shutters opened ad closed. Not a single person came outside to investigate what was going on. Not even Mildred the house caretaker.

“Give them firecrackers,” the big brother yelled.

He lit the fuse. The long string of 100 firecrackers was ready to explode as he threw them on the front porch.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

He threw another string of fireworks.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

313 slowly became enraged and suddenly the garbage cans on the side of the hosue were launched towards the boys.

“In coming,” the little brother shouted.

The trashcans landed in the street the loud clangs echoed down the street.

The big brother saw one of the bodies sitting on the roof, like a cowboy on his horse, pointing in his direction of the boys and using whatever power he had to launch whatever was lying around the yard.

The big brother wanted a closer look but had no other camera to document the ghastly ghost sitting on the roof. He rushed to the tree across the street and climbed to the very spot where he mounted his camera.

The house moaned and with the strength of the paranormal from inside bent the tree limb that was holding the older brother, which sent him straight to the ground.

“Urgh, my knee,” he screamed.

His body still straddled the tree branch. A jolt to the broken limb sent it hurtling towards 313 reeling the older brother in like a fish on a line.

“Help me, little brother, help me!”

Little brother ran as fast as he could but only managed to grab a few leaves until the wood slay was driven into the house and his brother disappeared.

The street went quite. The wind stopped. Everything appeared to be normal. A dogs bark could be heard in the distance. Not one person was outside. The little brother stood up and walked around. He heard a quite beeping and stopped searching for it once he found it. It was the Go Pro warning him of a low battery. He stared at the little device and watched the red light flicker.

“Big brother?”

Nothing.

The front door to 313 opened but the door way was empty.

“Big brother,” he asked again.

A voice whispered in his ear. “Get inside the house while there’s still time to save your brother.”

“Ah,” he screamed.

Nervously he looked around. He was bewildered and afraid. Who was talking to him.

“I watch my boys, they’ll never leave me,” the voice whispered.

It was the voice Mildred.

“My boys disappeared by this spot many years ago. There was a well and they fell in. It was so deep that we never did recover their bodies. I build this house over that well. There is a portal to their soul and I’m going to push you and your brother in so I can resurrect my sons’.”

The little brother was afraid and began to cry.

“Get in that house now,” Mildred demanded.

She pushed him towards the front door of the house. The paranormal force sent him careening inside. The door slammed behind him. They were trapped in 313 and may never be heard from again.