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Rated: E · Short Story · Contest Entry · #2130634
Henry finds his house dark and empty... what is awaiting him inside?
         Henry slowly turned the knob of his front door and crept inside. Inside the house, all was quiet and dark, very dark.

         The darkness inside the house kept Henry from seeing anything, but he knew his house well enough to remember where everything was placed. Using his mental map, he snuck past the couch and coffee table, and crept towards his bedroom.

         Edging his way towards his bedroom door, Henry took a deep breath and prepared himself for what would be through that door. If his suspicions were right, the infamous criminal Sir Crandhall had stolen all of Henry’s hard-earned money and left a few traps inside the bedroom to catch Henry. Henry would have to be on guard - he had heard that Crandhall spent hours upon hours designing creative and deadly traps.

         I’ve got a bad feeling about this, he thought. Then he whipped around and faced the open bedroom door head on.

         A moment later, all the lights in the bedroom flashed on, and Henry was temporarily blinded as he heard the words “Happy Birthday!” Confused, Henry saw all of his friends in his bedroom, laughing and wearing party hats.

         Then everything made sense. It was Henry’s birthday today - in all the excitement he had completely forgotten about it. His friends must have gotten to his house earlier and Sir Crandhall must have decided to not risk robbing him while there were so many people at his house.

         Grinning in surprise, Henry rushed into his bedroom towards his friends.

         The floor below Henry gave out, and he was falling, falling very far, until he landed in a cell at Sir Crandhall’s lair.

         “Wow,” cackled Sir Crandhall. “I simply installed a giant screen in your bedroom of all your friends laughing. And you, sir, literally fell for it!”
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