There was only one rule: don’t open the door. So of course we opened it.
We had been staying at our Aunt Pandora's ramshackle House in the Surrey countryside. Aunty had gone shopping, leaving us alone.
As we pulled the creaking door wide, we could see nothing. It was too dark.
"Is there a light switch?" asked Millie.
"Shut up Millie," said Miles, as he always did when Millie tried to say something sensible. I could tell he was feeling at the side of the door for a light switch, though. Then I felt a hand shove me forward.
"Hey, don't…” I said, as I tumbled forward, feeling someone falling on top of me, and hearing two other surprised voices. The door slammed shut and it was completely dark.
"Now you've done it."
"Done what?"
"Who said that?"
Before anyone could answer, a light appeared in the distance. It was a light like the light a TV set made when the valves were just warming up. It was a TV bigger than the room could have been. Bigger than us. And we were in it.
Balls of fire started to race around the room. We had to duck to avoid them. The balls exploded and, as they did so, faces emerged. Great laughing, mocking, grinning, malevolent faces. Skulls, demons, hideous monsters and mesmerising masks of doom…
"Oh come on Marcus! That isn't even a bit scary. Can't you do better than that?"
"I'm scared," said Millie.
"Well, I'm not," said Miles. "We might as well just open the door and find out what's behind it."
"Go on then," I said. "You open the door. I dare you. I double dare you."
O ~ o ~
Read Miles, Marcus and Millie's first adventure: The Earthenware Jar
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Raymond G. Taylor
Author living in Kent, England. Writer of short stories and poems in a wide range of genres, forms and styles. A non-fiction writer for 40+ years. Subjects include art, history, science, business, law, and the human condition.
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Comments (3)
When I saw your title, I thought this was gonna be about Dora the Explorer, lol! This was wayyyyy better than I expected! Loved your story so much, especially the fire balls hehehehehe
This was fun and a breath of fresh air. Great job man.
What a great start to a longer story, Could there be more? Good work.