Post by Birdy on Oct 31, 2012 1:48:15 GMT -5
As you walk along your Trick-or-Treat route, you find yourself near the roots of an old oak tree. You gaze up towards the nearly-clear sky, and can just make out the shape of a house nestled in the top of its mighty branches, illuminated spookily by the light of the full moon.
You hesitate. Dare you venture closer? Near the trunk of the ancient tree, you see what looks like a platform, resting on the ground. Mustering your courage, you venture forth, and discover that there are cables attached to the each of the platform’s four corners, which are attached to one long “master cable”, stretching up into the night.
Swallowing hard, you square your shoulders and step onto the platform.
Nothing happens.
You frown. Is there a button to push, or a lever to pull? You look around but find nothing.
Just as you are about to give up and leave, the platform shudders, and begins to rise into the air. You grip the railing and watch as the ground disappears as you are suspended between the open sky and the earth.
You travel upwards, and the house looms ever closer. Finally, the platform stops, and you find yourself facing the porch of the house. You glance over the edge of the railing and try to tell how high up you are. Is it 50 feet? 100? You can’t tell. You hesitate, then carefully open the railing-gate of the platform and step onto the porch.
You creep along the deck towards the door, and note the glowing pumpkins nearby. (Not that they’ve been carved, no; they’ve been painted with glow-in-the-dark paint. It looked like someone tried to carve them, but got bored when—Is that blood?!)
You gulp and hurriedly look away, focusing instead on the door in front of you. Taking a deep breath, you reach up and ring the doorbell that has haphazardly been installed.
Immediately after pushing the button, Bach’s Toccata and Fugue in D Minor begins to play.
Startled, you stumble backwards, running into the railing of the platform.
The door before you creaks open, and you find yourself staring at a cloaked figure, red eyes glowing underneath the hood. Mist pours out of the doorway around them, coming from the dimly-lit house.
The figure approaches, and you gulp. You have no weapons – only your trick-or-treat bag. (And you’d rather not lose all your hard-earned candy by trying to bash a monster over the head with it.)
The thing stops, and reaches towards its hood. You flinch. It throws back the hood, revealing—
…the head of a giant cat, with the bulbs of two Christmas lights attached to her glasses.
“Hi!” she grins, waving at you.
Ah, so this is where Birdy hides herself away.
“Come on in and I’ll get you some candy,” she says, turning and entering her home, flipping on a light as she enters.
“I was keeping it outside so Entwuffers would go get it and then I’d jump out of the branches and scare them,” she admitted, “but SOMEone kept stealing it all when I wasn’t looking…” she scowled. “Not that I can blame them, I guess. It’s probably just their petty form of revenge…” she sighed. “Anyway, the kitchen is this way.”
She leads you down a narrow hall, skirting around the tree’s trunk to the left. You pass a door on the way, sealed with caution tape and a rather creepy-looking “keep out” sign. How curious.
You follow the cat into the kitchen, and she pulls a bowl of candy from underneath the sink.
“So,” she says. “Candy? Of course, I do have other things. Cookies, apples, oranges, bananas – which are good source of potassium, you know – or it is kinda chilly out…” she muses, gazing out the window. “How about some hot chocolate? Or tea or apple cider, for that matter.”
So what will it be?
Candy?
Home-made cookies?
Fruit?
Something hot to drink?
Or, do you want to sneak out when she’s distracted and check out that “keep out” place?
The choice is yours…
((Just a note, I won't be able to reply to anyone until tomorrow evening/night - probably after 7:00 PM, EST or later. Classes and travel time and shopping for groceries, and all. Soyes. Just a heads-up.))
You hesitate. Dare you venture closer? Near the trunk of the ancient tree, you see what looks like a platform, resting on the ground. Mustering your courage, you venture forth, and discover that there are cables attached to the each of the platform’s four corners, which are attached to one long “master cable”, stretching up into the night.
Swallowing hard, you square your shoulders and step onto the platform.
Nothing happens.
You frown. Is there a button to push, or a lever to pull? You look around but find nothing.
Just as you are about to give up and leave, the platform shudders, and begins to rise into the air. You grip the railing and watch as the ground disappears as you are suspended between the open sky and the earth.
You travel upwards, and the house looms ever closer. Finally, the platform stops, and you find yourself facing the porch of the house. You glance over the edge of the railing and try to tell how high up you are. Is it 50 feet? 100? You can’t tell. You hesitate, then carefully open the railing-gate of the platform and step onto the porch.
You creep along the deck towards the door, and note the glowing pumpkins nearby. (Not that they’ve been carved, no; they’ve been painted with glow-in-the-dark paint. It looked like someone tried to carve them, but got bored when—Is that blood?!)
You gulp and hurriedly look away, focusing instead on the door in front of you. Taking a deep breath, you reach up and ring the doorbell that has haphazardly been installed.
Immediately after pushing the button, Bach’s Toccata and Fugue in D Minor begins to play.
Startled, you stumble backwards, running into the railing of the platform.
The door before you creaks open, and you find yourself staring at a cloaked figure, red eyes glowing underneath the hood. Mist pours out of the doorway around them, coming from the dimly-lit house.
The figure approaches, and you gulp. You have no weapons – only your trick-or-treat bag. (And you’d rather not lose all your hard-earned candy by trying to bash a monster over the head with it.)
The thing stops, and reaches towards its hood. You flinch. It throws back the hood, revealing—
…the head of a giant cat, with the bulbs of two Christmas lights attached to her glasses.
“Hi!” she grins, waving at you.
Ah, so this is where Birdy hides herself away.
“Come on in and I’ll get you some candy,” she says, turning and entering her home, flipping on a light as she enters.
“I was keeping it outside so Entwuffers would go get it and then I’d jump out of the branches and scare them,” she admitted, “but SOMEone kept stealing it all when I wasn’t looking…” she scowled. “Not that I can blame them, I guess. It’s probably just their petty form of revenge…” she sighed. “Anyway, the kitchen is this way.”
She leads you down a narrow hall, skirting around the tree’s trunk to the left. You pass a door on the way, sealed with caution tape and a rather creepy-looking “keep out” sign. How curious.
You follow the cat into the kitchen, and she pulls a bowl of candy from underneath the sink.
“So,” she says. “Candy? Of course, I do have other things. Cookies, apples, oranges, bananas – which are good source of potassium, you know – or it is kinda chilly out…” she muses, gazing out the window. “How about some hot chocolate? Or tea or apple cider, for that matter.”
So what will it be?
Candy?
Home-made cookies?
Fruit?
Something hot to drink?
Or, do you want to sneak out when she’s distracted and check out that “keep out” place?
The choice is yours…
((Just a note, I won't be able to reply to anyone until tomorrow evening/night - probably after 7:00 PM, EST or later. Classes and travel time and shopping for groceries, and all. Soyes. Just a heads-up.))
