Friday, October 31, 2014
Finish This Halloween Story - There Are Prizes!
When Aunt Joan asked her to house-sit for the weekend and take care of her 11 cats and 3 dogs, Mary Lou jumped at the chance to escape city life and relax in the splendor of the place she vaguely remembered. She had clouded recollections of visiting as a child; some were positive but then others seemed... Some nagging, eerie visions plagued her memories but she couldn't recall what they were or why she had them.
Besides the meowing of cats and barking dog noises, the place was quiet...and then the phone calls began. Constant, annoying calls...with no response to her "hello".
She would have ignored the calls, except that Aunt Joan promised to call...and no call had come from her so far.
After two hours of irritating calls, Mary Lou hesitated to answer the damn ringing phone. There was no caller ID on the old phone her aunt insisted on keeping...along with the century-old mansion. Mary Lou's cell phone didn't work, not out in the middle of isolated, stretches of land where she had sought solitude.
A storm raged outside, and the lights flickered on and off. She had no flashlight but knew there were candles on the dining room table. Candles would be fine...if she had a way to light them. She grabbed an ornate candle holder with a white candle and ran into the kitchen. Assuming she'd lose power any second, Mary Lou rushed to the gas stove and turned it on. Glowing flames provided the source she needed to light her candle...just in time before the lights went out and all was dark.
And, the phone rang again.
Mary Lou suddenly realized that no other sound could be heard. The cats and dogs had ceased making any noises. Were they hiding? Afraid of the storm?
The glowing candle gave her enough light to find her way back into the living room. She hesitated to answer the phone, but then a slight sense of fear was pushed aside by anger. Whoever was calling would get an earful because she'd say more than just "hello".
She picked up the phone in one hand while holding the candle in the other. "Who is this?" she blurted out in a tone laced with frustration and courage.
The caller answered and said...
That's it. Now YOU finish the story!