This week in her blog hop Pondering With a Purpose, Brenda asked "What do you do when you have nothing to do?" This is my story...
Lucy and her best friend Elaine were hanging out on Lucy's back porch on a warm summer afternoon. They had run out of things to do, and were looking for a little adventure. "I know," Elaine said. "Let's ride our bikes over to the old Henson place and have a look around!"
"I don't know", said Lucy, the more timid of the two. "I've heard people say that some bad things happened there a long time ago, and it's supposed to be haunted."
"Oh good grief," Elaine responded, rolling her eyes. "You know that's just stuff people make up to keep us away from there, there's no such thing as ghosts anyway. Let's go!"
Lucy wasn't so sure, but wasn't about to let on that even the possibility of ghosts scared her. Heading down narrow road along side Elaine, gravel crunched under the tires of their bicycles as they made their way through the small stand of trees that surrounded the old Henson farm house that had stood vacant for years.
Leaning their bikes against the battered remains of a picket fence, Elaine managed to push the rusty gate open far enough for them to squeeze through. Together they climbed the the rickety steps to the porch and walked across the creaking boards. The front door was locked down with a padlock that wouldn't budge, but the window had a broken sill and they were able to push it up with little effort.
The girls eased their way through the window and found themselves in a dusty parlor that had obviously been used as a hangout by local teens; the floors were strewn with beer cans and the walls were covered in graffiti.
Over to the right was a long hallway. Peering down it Lucy saw a doorway that was spanned by a curtain of black glass beads. Intrigued, she headed down the hall with Elaine right behind her. Lucy could barely make out the objects in the room as she pushed the beads aside, since the windows were covered with heavy draperies that had blocked out the light. A large round table seemed to be the only piece of furniture in the room, and on it stood a black candelabra with old stumps of candles still in place.
A strong breeze blew through the house, causing the long strands of glass beads to rattle. Elaine's eyes grew wide. Lucy let out a shriek as the candles on the table suddenly flickered to life. Turning to run, the girls were confronted with a circle of dark-robed figures with deep hoods casting shadows over their faces, concealing their eyes. Elaine and Lucy screamed in terror, but no sound came from their mouths.
One figure stepped forward as others blocked the only exit from the room. In a deep voice the man demanded of them "What are you doing here?"
Stammering and shaking with fear, Elaine managed to choke out "We... we were just looking around... k-k-killing time.
At that the hooded figure let out a hollow laugh, and said "Well you've come to the right place then, and at just the right time."
"What do you mean?" whispered Lucy, now too afraid to even cry.
"It's the killing time" said the deep voice, with a sinister snarl. The other figures in the room intoned his words like a chant... "Killing time... killing time... killing time."
Just as the large figure in front of them reached into his robe and pulled out a long knife, it's silver blade reflecting the candlelight, Elaine and Lucy heard Lucy's brother Sam calling loudly from outside "Lucy, Elaine, are you in there? Mom says you'd better come home for supper right now"!
At the sound of his voice, the shadowy figures vanished into thin air, and the candles extinguished themselves as rapidly as they had lit. Lucy and Elaine flew from the room, and flung themselves through the open window onto the porch.
"What's the matter with you two?" Sam asked. "You look like you saw a ghost!"
At that the girls looked at each other, and an unspoken understanding passed between them, there was no point in sharing this story, no one would ever believe them.
"Yeah, it was a little spooky in there," Elaine said, trying to sound casual.
Sam looked at them quizzically, but didn't question more. The girls hopped on their bikes and pedaled for home as fast as they could go. Neither of them ever spoke of that day again, and as they grew older both tried hard to convince themselves that they had imagined the whole thing.
Linking up with Brenda at Pondering With A Purpose
where this week's prompt is "killing time"