Want to know what the worst words you can ever here are? “Hey Alex, let’s go to the haunted house up in the mountains!” Of course, you substitute your name for my name because you’re not me and… anyway, the point of the story is that those words can really ruin a weekend.
It was a typical Friday afternoon; Colin was backflipping out of a tree. To understand how Colin gets his ideas, you have to understand how monkeys decide to eat bananas. Which I don’t, so if you figure it out please tell me, it would be a great help.
“So what do you say man? It will be SO epic!” It’s a wonder he was able to get the words out, seeing as he did so while adjusting in midair to land perfectly on his feet.
I responded from where I sat a few yards away, reading a book, “I don’t know man, sleeping all weekend sounds pretty epic to …show more content…
Besides, by then it was too late anyway.
The thing we did notice was that about halfway through the woods, the rain stopped, and it started to get warmer. We all looked at each other, confused, but all our attention was then drawn to a warm light coming from what looked like a clearing just a dozen or so yards away. What we saw in the clearing made our jaws drop.
“We found our house” Colin whispered, awestruck.
I wasn’t so sure. Aren’t haunted houses supposed to be all ratty and abandoned? This place looked downright cheery. The grass outside was green, there were flowers arrayed on the front porch, and in each of the windows in all three stories of the house, the warm light that had drawn us there like moths to a flame flooded out.
It was then that I looked up, and just about lost my mind.
“What…” I couldn’t grasp it, and when my friends looked to me, all I could do was point to the sky.
There were no clouds. The sky was a bright blue, not a speck to be seen.
“The storm,” I murmured, “where’d it go?”
The girls seemed just as shocked, but Colin wouldn’t be
It was a typical Friday afternoon; Colin was backflipping out of a tree. To understand how Colin gets his ideas, you have to understand how monkeys decide to eat bananas. Which I don’t, so if you figure it out please tell me, it would be a great help.
“So what do you say man? It will be SO epic!” It’s a wonder he was able to get the words out, seeing as he did so while adjusting in midair to land perfectly on his feet.
I responded from where I sat a few yards away, reading a book, “I don’t know man, sleeping all weekend sounds pretty epic to …show more content…
Besides, by then it was too late anyway.
The thing we did notice was that about halfway through the woods, the rain stopped, and it started to get warmer. We all looked at each other, confused, but all our attention was then drawn to a warm light coming from what looked like a clearing just a dozen or so yards away. What we saw in the clearing made our jaws drop.
“We found our house” Colin whispered, awestruck.
I wasn’t so sure. Aren’t haunted houses supposed to be all ratty and abandoned? This place looked downright cheery. The grass outside was green, there were flowers arrayed on the front porch, and in each of the windows in all three stories of the house, the warm light that had drawn us there like moths to a flame flooded out.
It was then that I looked up, and just about lost my mind.
“What…” I couldn’t grasp it, and when my friends looked to me, all I could do was point to the sky.
There were no clouds. The sky was a bright blue, not a speck to be seen.
“The storm,” I murmured, “where’d it go?”
The girls seemed just as shocked, but Colin wouldn’t be