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Its Spooktacular Spotlight month on CEWTNK and Nora agreed to share with us a spooky story to go along with the fabulous giveaway! Take it away Nora!!
The Green Door
By Nora Weston
Three things I always knew...
Evil lives in many places.
Never, ever knock on the green door.
Ah, but rules are made to be broken, especially on Halloween when logic snaps the thin line between life and death, between what’s real...and should never be. Typical of my nine year old feet, they trailed way behind my older brother who’d gotten stuck with Halloween duty. Jesse could be nice, maybe once every year or so, but Halloween always proved to be his night for mischief, which was super bad me.
“Hey, insect, hurry up. Come on, Nathan!” Jesse said running to catch up with his friends. “Or, maybe, I’ll leave your sorry excuse for a brother on Ruby Avenue.” Snickering, he hit Matt Jenkins in his shoulder saying, “Yeah, let’s do it...dare him again this year.”
“Ah, come on, knock it off. He’s just a kid,” said Matt rubbing his face hard enough to smear the fake blood he’d splattered on it.
Jumping into Jesse’s space, Miranda said, “Hey, stupid, remember three years ago, Brandon Kessler did it, but he’s never been the same, so...”
Grabbing Miranda’s dolled-up face, Jesse pressed hard saying, “So? Like I care.”
Pulling away from Jesse, Miranda’s friendly disposition abandoned her. Slapping Jesse’s chest, she warned him saying, “You do that crap to Nathan, and we’re done, got it? I mean it too.” Staring at him, her dark blue eyes shimmered with magical moonlight now set free on Halloween night.
I’d caught up to Jesse. Panting a bit, I leaned over. Just then, my cheap paper bag ripped open. “Oh, man!” Picking up my sugar treasures, Jesse clutched my favorite Steelers’ jersey. I threw my helmet on the ground and then shoved him. “Not the shirt! I want to go home. I hate trick or treating with you.”
“You’ll go home when I say so. And I say that will be...” A wicked cackle escaped Jesse. He held his stomach mumbling, “After you knock on the green door!”
Tossing her blond wig on the ground, Miranda stomped off. “Later! Don’t call me, like ever...Jesse.”
Matt followed Miranda. He didn’t even bother saying anything to my brother because evil had stolen any shred of decency that remained.
Peering down into my eyes, Jesse moved his long, brown bangs. “Let’s go.” His voice was deep...raw, nothing human remained.
My green eyes surely had filled with fright, and I knew my brother was lost. I also knew I had to knock on the green door. No! This cannot be happening! Where is everyone? Help...oh, my God, help.
As if Jesse could read my mind, he said, “No one is going to help. Move it.” He dragged me along like a dog all the way to 262 Ruby Avenue. Of course, he threw me to the ground. “Go on...just do it.”
Looking up, all I could think about were the rumors surrounding this horrible monstrosity, but the green door, scratched up and rotting, actually oozing a bit, beckoned me. I swallowed hard, praying this night would soon end. I can do this... Walking onto the crumbling cement steps, I noticed red smudges on them. Blood? No, no way. Then the black holes, where windows should’ve been, caught my attention as tattered, gray curtains swayed in and out. I swear someone...or something called my name.
I turned around as tears flooded my eyes to see Jesse eating my candy. He crammed it in his mouth like he was starving to death. “Don’t even think about crossing me.” He stepped toward me.
I ran onto the porch thinking I’d just get this prank over with. Pressing my ear to the door, I closed my eyes hoping to hear blessed silence.
What did I hear? An invitation so melodic it consumed every cell in my body said, “Knock thrice, enter this place, come one...leave a legion.”
Mesmerized, I did as ordered. Knock, knock—knock.
The green door opened. Freezing cold air whooshed by me as a decadent scent saturated my fear. I was pulled into the house.
The door shut as I heard Jesse screaming for me. “Wait! Stop, Nathan!”
Blacker than I thought possible, this beast of a house seemed dipped into time and space. Laughter, cries of anguish, and pain...attacked me. Slivers of insanity penetrated my soul as I tried to escape, but I could not move. The lawlessness that had tricked my brother had long left him to reside in me. I told you I was unlucky.
I’ve no idea how much time passed when the door opened. I was physically free to go, although I knew I’d never be the same. As I stumbled onto the porch, a sly smile showed itself.
Jesse ran to me, somewhat confused by the fact we were at 262 Ruby Avenue. “What is wrong with you? Man, Nathan, don’t ever worry me like than again! Are you okay?”
“Hey, we’re cool. That was a trip...Jesse,” I said walking past him.
“Yeah, right...then let’s head home, insect.”
“Insect?” Rushing back on to the decrepit porch, I clutched Jesse’s wrist like he’d done to my shirt. I squeezed hard knowing I could break bone. “We don’t like you. Don’t speak to us like that again. Understand?”
Jesse’s pale blue eyes about popped out of his head. “Um...yes,” he whispered.
That was thirty-six years ago. My mother tells the tale of our special Halloween night when two bickering brothers left to trick or treat and returned home the best of friends. Let’s just say, we kept my deep dark secret to ourselves. Evil really does live in many places.
I’m still trying to figure out how to get it out of me...
Jake slips far away from righteousness, outwardly proving Micah's judgment, by replying to a wicked email from email@example.com. Forever a seeker of mischief, Jake dares hell to burn him. Hell agrees. Davis Travers thickens the plot by introducing Jake to Rachel Darnell. A temptress extraordinaire, she erupts from hell to steal Jake's soul. After a steamy seduction from the dark side, Jake is left spellbound.With his soul dangling between heaven and hell, Jake soars on a blistering blacktop to escape the wrath of hell as he fights for redemption while transforming into the twelfth paladin. Feel the heat as you grab your precious soul and go for a virtual roller coaster ride into hell and back!
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