Writing Prompt of the Week: A dachshund runs by, barking incessantly. He finally stops at the base of a tree and starts digging down into the snow and dirt, only to find something completely unexpected…
Once again, a single entry by Carol R. Ward! Here’s her story – enjoy!
by Carol R. Ward
“What d’ya think?” Tyler said in a loud whisper as the group of boys paused on the sidewalk.
“I think you’re nuts,” Matthew said.
“Well I sure ain’t doing it,” Greg put in. Allen nodded his head in agreement.
The white lace curtains at one of the windows of the dilapidated Victoria house behind the wrought iron fence twitched.
“C’mon!” George said, plucking at Tyler’s sleeve. “Let’s get out of here!”
The five boys ran in pretend fear, but only as far as the edge of the park on the corner. There they collapsed on the grass, still able to see the house they found so interesting.
“My brother James says the old lady who lives there is a witch,” Matthew informed the others importantly.
“There ain’t no such thing as witches,” Tyler scoffed.
“Is too!” Greg and Allen chorused.
“Only babies believe in witches.” At twelve, Tyler was the oldest of the group and by virtue of his age the leader.
“Nuh uh,” Matthew insisted. “James is older than you and he says she casts spells and rides a broom when the moon is full.”
“She’s just a plain old lady,” Tyler said. “Probably fifty years old.”
“She’s a witch! And if you mess with her she’ll cast a spell on you.” Matthew stuck his jaw out stubbornly.
Tyler rolled his eyes. “You and your brother are stupid, and I’ll prove it.” He started back the way they’d come.
“What are you gonna do?” George asked as he followed along, giving Tyler a lead of a few feet. The others trailed behind.
“Same thing as we were going to do to old man Krantz.”
Tyler’s bravado lasted until he was standing at the gate in the wrought iron fence. Looking up at the spooky old house he swallowed hard, but with the other boys just a few yards away he couldn’t back down now. The house was dark and silent, which made the creaking of the gate as he pushed through it seem all the louder. His eyes shot to the lace covered window, but there was no sign of the old woman.
After a quick glance at his friends to make sure they were watching, Tyler resolutely stepped through the gate. Slowly he made his way up the cracked sidewalk. A cold wind sprang up, making him shiver, but he didn’t hesitate when he reached the wooden stairs leading up to the veranda. He tried to step as lightly as possible, but the porch still groaned under his weight. Taking a deep breath, he rapped as hard as he could on the wooden door, then turned and ran back the way he’d come.
The old lady must have seen him coming because he hadn’t even reached the gate when the door opened.
“You darned whippersnappers!” the old woman yelled, shaking her fist at the boys as they fled down the street. “Go get ‘em Chauncy!”
A dachshund raced down the steps and chased after them, barking ferociously. It chased them all the way back to the park and when they finally stopped to catch their breath it began to run in circles around them.
Greg and Allen thought it was funny, such a little dog acting so fierce. Matthew didn’t like dogs and threw a snowball at it, trying to chase it off but the dog just dodged it and kept circling.
“Oh, go to hell, you stupid dog!” Tyler said, repeating the phrase he’d so often heard his father use.
Chauncy stopped circling them and raced over to the base of the oak tree the boys liked to climb in the summer time.
“What’s he doing?” George asked.
“Well duh, he’s digging a hole,” Greg answered.
“Stupid dog,” said Allen.
The boys watched as the tiny dog dug furiously, dirt and snow flying everywhere, and then to their great astonishment, he disappeared.
“Where’d he go?” Matthew asked.
“Must be a rabbit’s burrow,” Tyler said. “Stupid dog’s gone inside.”
“This I gotta see,” Matthew said, starting forward.
The other boys looked at each other. Tyler and George shrugged. Curiosity getting the better of them, they followed in Matthew’s wake.
“Whew! What’s that stink?” Allen said.
They reeled back from the rotten egg smell emanating from the hole.
“Pee-yew!” George said, wrinkling his nose. “Dogs like the grossest things!”
“What’s that light?” Tyler wondered.
The boys moved closer to get a better look.
“It’s really bright,” Matthew said.
“I don’t like this,” Greg said nervously. “I think we should get out of here.”
But it was too late. The light seemed to surround them, drawing them in.
“What’s going on?” Tyler demanded, but there was no answer.
They were unable to move as they were sucked into the impossibly small hole. It was hot and bright and the sulfuric smell made them gag. After what seemed like forever they reached the bottom and went sprawling on the dirt floor.
“Well, Chauncy,” a booming voice said. “What manner of mischief makers have you brought me this time?”
The boys struggled to their feet and stared in disbelief at the creature seated on a black shiny throne. Chauncy sat at its feet and if ever a dog looked smug it was now.
“Didn’t your parents ever tell you it’s not nice to play pranks on people?” the devil asked. “And you should really know better than to swear.”
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