Spooky Story 2022
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hwangoFor the annual Spooky Story Contest at my library, which I can't actually enter because I'm too old, but that's never stopped me before.
Spooooky Story 2022
Timmy was dismayed to learn that his parents were idiots. He still loved them, and he was reasonably sure that they loved him, but that didn't change the fact that they were idiots.
The new house was clearly evil and probably haunted, and it was definitely brimming with monsters. Timmy's parents tried to convince him that it was just that moving to a new town and a new school and a new house were all scary, but Timmy didn't see anything scary about the new town, the new school seemed nicer than the old school, and it was clearly just the house that was the problem.
The house was not haunted, they said. It was just that it was a smart house, and there was a fancy computer that was doing things like controlling the temperature and managing air circulation and ordering them paper towels when they started to run out. That's why Timmy heard strange noises and why windows and doors and such moved on their own sometimes. Timmy was unable to convince his parents that the strange noises were the whispering voices and scrabbling claws of the monsters that lurked under his bed, in his closet, in the basement, in the attic, and even in one of the drawers in the kitchen.
Timmy's parents were willing to concede that Alexa from their previous house was slightly less sinister than their new house assistant, Alastor, but they still felt that Timmy was overreacting.
One afternoon, Timmy was left alone in the evil house. His mother had to work late that day, and his father had to make a quick trip to the store to buy paper towels, because Alastor had mistakenly ordered them four boxes of live crickets from a pet store instead of paper towels. Timmy's father assured him that he was certainly old enough and responsible enough to be on his own for a few minutes, and in the event of a crisis the house would call emergency services and both parents. None of this was reassuring to Timmy, since it seemed obvious to him that in the event of a crisis the house would probably just order more crickets, and he was certain that he would be devoured as soon as his father left the house. Timmy considered begging his father not to go, but he didn't think that doing so would change his father's mind, and the conversation would only make their last moments together awkward and embarrassing for both of them.
However, Timmy was pleasantly surprised to find that he was not immediately eaten by ravenous monsters once he was alone in the house, and he wondered if perhaps he might be okay after all. Maybe the monsters would only eat him if he were alone in the house at night or something.
The doorbell rang. Timmy thought about ignoring it - certainly he wasn't going to open the door for some stranger - but there was always a chance that his father or mother had come back earlier than expected and had misplaced their keys.
"Who is it?" Timmy shouted through the door in what he hoped was a mature and confident voice.
"I'm here about the attic," said a voice from the other side of the door. Definitely not one of Timmy's parents. Timmy was about to reply that this person would need to come back another time when, to his horror, the door opened on its own.
"Welcome, authorized entity," said Alastor's creepy voice.
"Wait!" shouted Timmy, but it was too late, and the stranger had already stepped inside. Timmy knew it was wrong to judge people based on their appearances, but it was hard not to recoil in horror from the man's dead eyes and waxy skin. The intruder fixed his lifeless gaze on Timmy and his face shifted oddly. After a moment of this, Timmy realized that the man was attempting a friendly smile, but he obviously didn't have a lot of practice with the expression, and the results were less than favorable.
"Shouldn't Mom and Dad be here for whatever this is?" Timmy objected. Immediately, Timmy realized his mistake in revealing that those individuals were absent.
"Do not worry, Timothy, your parents have authorized this individual," Alastor said.
"They have?" Timmy asked, filled with skepticism.
"Yes, this situation is clearly permitted under the terms of the End User License Agreement that they signed," said Alastor.
This seemed plausible. The same people who bought and moved into a house without checking first to make sure it wasn’t evil probably also signed off on terms and conditions without actually reading them.
The stranger walked past Timmy and headed up the stairs. Feeling that it would be irresponsible and also rude to just leave a guest wandering unattended through the house, Timmy followed him. Timmy noticed that the man was consulting a piece of paper covered with hand-written directions both to the house and then to the attic inside.
“There’s a scary monster up there,” Timmy said, half in warning and half to try to get the man to leave.
“I doubt that very much, young man,” said the intruder without any evident concern. Oh, well.
The man pulled the stairs to attic down and climbed up. Timmy's desire to be a responsible host was not sufficient to induce him to follow the man into the attic, and he waited nervously at the bottom of the stairs.
"These cobwebs are shameful!" the man's voice echoed down the steps. "And this floor!" The floor did creak a bit, but Timmy didn't think it was as bad as all that. "Oh, and here's the monster you mentioned." Timmy froze in terror, but the man didn't sound particularly alarmed.
Then there was a great deal of crashing and banging, and also snarling and squishing and any number of other distressing noises. Eventually, the noises stopped, and then a mangled corpse tumbled down the stairs out of the attic. It had huge claws and lots of sharp teeth and more limbs than seemed strictly necessary. It was clearly some kind of monster.
The visitor strode calmly down the attic stairs dusting off his hands theatrically. He was covered in monster blood.
"See?" he said, "Not really so scary after all."
Timmy felt extremely conflicted. On the one hand, surely a dead monster was preferable to a live one, and so the overall situation should have improved. And yet, staring at the broken corpse was somehow not reassuring.
"Right, don't you worry," said the man. "I'll have those cobwebs up to snuff and get that floor squeaking properly before you know it!" Then he peeled off his human disguise and skittered up the stairs into the attic. He pulled the stairs up after him and immediately started creeping around noisily. Timmy had to admit that the new thing in the attic was true to his word, and the creaking was already louder and more terrifying than that of the previous monster.
"System upgrade complete," said Alastor's voice. "Begin cleanup phase."
Timmy heard the door to his closet bang open, and then the approach of heavy footsteps. Timmy hid in the bathroom and covered his ears to try to block out the sounds of all of the crunching and tearing and chewing. After a little while the noises stopped, and he heard the same heavy footsteps walking back down the hall and into his room, and then the door to his closet closing. When Timmy finally worked up the nerve to leave his hiding place, he discovered all evidence of the previous attic monster was gone.
Well, on the bright side, at least the thing that lived in his closet probably wouldn't be hungry tonight.
The lesson to be learned here is to always read the entire End User License Agreement before you agree to use any service. Also, due to the inexorable march of progress, monsters are no longer confined to large spaces like basements and closets, but can also be found in drawers, cabinets, and maybe even the space under the chair you're sitting in right now.
Timmy was dismayed to learn that his parents were idiots. He still loved them, and he was reasonably sure that they loved him, but that didn't change the fact that they were idiots.
The new house was clearly evil and probably haunted, and it was definitely brimming with monsters. Timmy's parents tried to convince him that it was just that moving to a new town and a new school and a new house were all scary, but Timmy didn't see anything scary about the new town, the new school seemed nicer than the old school, and it was clearly just the house that was the problem.
The house was not haunted, they said. It was just that it was a smart house, and there was a fancy computer that was doing things like controlling the temperature and managing air circulation and ordering them paper towels when they started to run out. That's why Timmy heard strange noises and why windows and doors and such moved on their own sometimes. Timmy was unable to convince his parents that the strange noises were the whispering voices and scrabbling claws of the monsters that lurked under his bed, in his closet, in the basement, in the attic, and even in one of the drawers in the kitchen.
Timmy's parents were willing to concede that Alexa from their previous house was slightly less sinister than their new house assistant, Alastor, but they still felt that Timmy was overreacting.
One afternoon, Timmy was left alone in the evil house. His mother had to work late that day, and his father had to make a quick trip to the store to buy paper towels, because Alastor had mistakenly ordered them four boxes of live crickets from a pet store instead of paper towels. Timmy's father assured him that he was certainly old enough and responsible enough to be on his own for a few minutes, and in the event of a crisis the house would call emergency services and both parents. None of this was reassuring to Timmy, since it seemed obvious to him that in the event of a crisis the house would probably just order more crickets, and he was certain that he would be devoured as soon as his father left the house. Timmy considered begging his father not to go, but he didn't think that doing so would change his father's mind, and the conversation would only make their last moments together awkward and embarrassing for both of them.
However, Timmy was pleasantly surprised to find that he was not immediately eaten by ravenous monsters once he was alone in the house, and he wondered if perhaps he might be okay after all. Maybe the monsters would only eat him if he were alone in the house at night or something.
The doorbell rang. Timmy thought about ignoring it - certainly he wasn't going to open the door for some stranger - but there was always a chance that his father or mother had come back earlier than expected and had misplaced their keys.
"Who is it?" Timmy shouted through the door in what he hoped was a mature and confident voice.
"I'm here about the attic," said a voice from the other side of the door. Definitely not one of Timmy's parents. Timmy was about to reply that this person would need to come back another time when, to his horror, the door opened on its own.
"Welcome, authorized entity," said Alastor's creepy voice.
"Wait!" shouted Timmy, but it was too late, and the stranger had already stepped inside. Timmy knew it was wrong to judge people based on their appearances, but it was hard not to recoil in horror from the man's dead eyes and waxy skin. The intruder fixed his lifeless gaze on Timmy and his face shifted oddly. After a moment of this, Timmy realized that the man was attempting a friendly smile, but he obviously didn't have a lot of practice with the expression, and the results were less than favorable.
"Shouldn't Mom and Dad be here for whatever this is?" Timmy objected. Immediately, Timmy realized his mistake in revealing that those individuals were absent.
"Do not worry, Timothy, your parents have authorized this individual," Alastor said.
"They have?" Timmy asked, filled with skepticism.
"Yes, this situation is clearly permitted under the terms of the End User License Agreement that they signed," said Alastor.
This seemed plausible. The same people who bought and moved into a house without checking first to make sure it wasn’t evil probably also signed off on terms and conditions without actually reading them.
The stranger walked past Timmy and headed up the stairs. Feeling that it would be irresponsible and also rude to just leave a guest wandering unattended through the house, Timmy followed him. Timmy noticed that the man was consulting a piece of paper covered with hand-written directions both to the house and then to the attic inside.
“There’s a scary monster up there,” Timmy said, half in warning and half to try to get the man to leave.
“I doubt that very much, young man,” said the intruder without any evident concern. Oh, well.
The man pulled the stairs to attic down and climbed up. Timmy's desire to be a responsible host was not sufficient to induce him to follow the man into the attic, and he waited nervously at the bottom of the stairs.
"These cobwebs are shameful!" the man's voice echoed down the steps. "And this floor!" The floor did creak a bit, but Timmy didn't think it was as bad as all that. "Oh, and here's the monster you mentioned." Timmy froze in terror, but the man didn't sound particularly alarmed.
Then there was a great deal of crashing and banging, and also snarling and squishing and any number of other distressing noises. Eventually, the noises stopped, and then a mangled corpse tumbled down the stairs out of the attic. It had huge claws and lots of sharp teeth and more limbs than seemed strictly necessary. It was clearly some kind of monster.
The visitor strode calmly down the attic stairs dusting off his hands theatrically. He was covered in monster blood.
"See?" he said, "Not really so scary after all."
Timmy felt extremely conflicted. On the one hand, surely a dead monster was preferable to a live one, and so the overall situation should have improved. And yet, staring at the broken corpse was somehow not reassuring.
"Right, don't you worry," said the man. "I'll have those cobwebs up to snuff and get that floor squeaking properly before you know it!" Then he peeled off his human disguise and skittered up the stairs into the attic. He pulled the stairs up after him and immediately started creeping around noisily. Timmy had to admit that the new thing in the attic was true to his word, and the creaking was already louder and more terrifying than that of the previous monster.
"System upgrade complete," said Alastor's voice. "Begin cleanup phase."
Timmy heard the door to his closet bang open, and then the approach of heavy footsteps. Timmy hid in the bathroom and covered his ears to try to block out the sounds of all of the crunching and tearing and chewing. After a little while the noises stopped, and he heard the same heavy footsteps walking back down the hall and into his room, and then the door to his closet closing. When Timmy finally worked up the nerve to leave his hiding place, he discovered all evidence of the previous attic monster was gone.
Well, on the bright side, at least the thing that lived in his closet probably wouldn't be hungry tonight.
The lesson to be learned here is to always read the entire End User License Agreement before you agree to use any service. Also, due to the inexorable march of progress, monsters are no longer confined to large spaces like basements and closets, but can also be found in drawers, cabinets, and maybe even the space under the chair you're sitting in right now.
