Is it Halloween yet?
|Bold Youth and Beyond
Word Count: 300
Lawrence stood and stared up at the weathered Victorian house. The house had been vacant for years, and it’s deep portico and full turret had the whole neighborhood convinced it was haunted.
Today, Lawrence wasn’t the least bit afraid of anything haunted. He was wearing his black polyester cape (with the red piping) from last Halloween, and carried his wand (with the tip that glowed when twirled) that his parents had bought him at Universal Studios when they went at Christmas. He was a welled prepared eleven-year-old.
In his hand was an envelope. Written upon it, in the finest quill script, was, “Open at sundown, on the Day, at the Haunted House.”
Well, thought Lawrence: This is the day; this is the house; the sun is down. He tore open the envelope and a shiny, brass skeleton key slipped into his palm.
Lawrence raised his wand, drew a deep breath, and ascended the stairs. His hand trembled as he slipped the key into its hole. He turned it until he heard a solid “thunk.” Of its own accord, the door swung open with a chilling screech.
He twirled the wand till it glowed, and, mumbling strange sounding words, he crossed the threshold. The dim light of his wand showed little around him. To his right he could make out dark silhouettes of high-backed chairs and bookcases. He would investigate. He raised the wand high above his head and moved forward. Behind the first chair, he detected movement and prepared his deadliest spell. That’s when the room exploded.
“Surprise,” came a unison shout. Suddenly, LED candles, candelabra, and torches lit the room, and Lawrence was surrounded all his friends dressed in their wizarding finest.
“Happy Birthday, son,” said the prettiest witch in the room.
“Wow, Mom...just Wow!”