Wednesday, October 28, 2015

313, A Halloween Short Story part I

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Nico showing off his new do.



October 28, 2015


The house at 311 Bird Street sits on a corner and can see everything that comes it’s way. Legend has it that 2 bodies were buried under its foundation and those dead control the houses living and breathing heart.

There are only 2 brave kids in the neighborhood that do not doubt the power of the house. They have seen its power with there own two eyes! If you walked by the house one could easily trip and fall to the ground. Coincidence? A car driving down the road could have a sudden tire blow out as it drives by. Was this an accident? Not!

The children knew it was evil and they were sure to drive their bikes on the other side of the street. They ignored the power of 313 but they felt the house leaning towards them everyday that reminded them to stay clear. The house wanted them, yearning for their youth to continue the houses rage for the next century.

The house had an occupant. Her name was Mildred. She kept the house neat and cozy. She always had a smile on her face. Her pale skin highlighted her red locks of hair but her skin was stained with freckles that littered her body. She was very friendly with the neighbors always offering food and gifts on the holidays. You could say all the neighbors liked her.

It isn’t known if the house locked her down or made her obedient to their needs. She purchased the house not knowing it’s history or so it seemed, and the house acted as if it enjoyed having her as company. Maybe the 2 who died inside knew it needed a caretaker? Mildred was either a willing participant or non the wiser of their ruse.

On every Halloween Mildred would sit on 313’s porch and pass out candy to all the kids. Every time someone approached the house sounds of moaning and wails of pain would signal such delight the house had, as it wanted to choose a victim. The trick or treaters’ assumed the sounds were just special sound affects planted by Mildred to scare them on Halloween night. But the 2 brothers who live down the street knew better, they heard the noises year round. The house wanted to kill. And they stayed away.

The brothers’ were determined to expose the house so they planned and scoped out the area to prepare some kind of trap to show the neighborhood of its evil. They wrote down what they saw and documented the times it seemed to be awake. The bothers chose their attack with care.

The front door was glass framed, but frosted, preventing them from seeing inside. The window had wooden draw shades that made looking through them impenetrable. There was a large 6-foot fence surrounding the backyard and any attempt to climb it would surly send shivers to the dead advising them that someone had entered. The boys seemed defeated. The house would continue to plot a kill for years if they couldn’t expose it to the world!


The boys decided that they would use their Go Pro cameras and set up a trap to film the house in it’s rage this way they could prove to the world that evil existed in that house! But they had to set up the cameras without being seen by the ones that haunt the neighborhood.


Christopher showing off his chocolate mouth ring. 

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Tuesday, October 27, 2015

313, A Halloween Short Story part II

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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.



No fear here as Christopher jumps in the pool.

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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.

                                                            Nico and Captain Imperfecto


HAPPY HALLOWEEN! BE SAFE AND HAVE FUN. WE WILL BE!

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