When Visiting a Haunted House

You growled irritably, "What is up with all these freaking spooky houses?!" you muttered under your breath. Just as you stepped on the next plank it cracked and sent you to meet mother earth in one of THE most painful of reunions. You sighed against the dirty floor and tried to pull your leg out the floor. "Perfect, stuck in a dusty old mansion with my foot through the floor" you mumbled out with frustration. You had been suggested to ....a.k.a politely asked to...a.k.a. They said if you didn't go that they'd post your account name on the bulletin board at school along with a colourful (not to mention sparkly) border, stating that "You were open for all personalized one-shot requests" which would mean 100 by lunchbreak the same day. You sighed. You didn't WANT to write more than what you already had waiting for you and adding a hundred more to that?

Then again, THAT couldn't be worse than the situation that you were in right now.

You pulled on your leg. It didn't budge and it was painful. You heard walking from the floor underneath you. "OW! What the fuck is leg doing sticking out of the ceiling!?" you heard a guy say from below. You went red in the face. Great, humiliation, here I come. "Oh, I'm just hanging here.. showing off my calf muscles to the entire population" you said sarcastically. Honestly, why ELSE would you see something like that? For a moment you thought and decided not to answer your own thoughts. "You need some help?" the guy asked. "I'm fine on my own, thanks" you said and pulled on your leg again. It's a good thing you had jeans on, otherwise this might've been REALLY painful. You could hear a slight chuckle coming from below "I can see that. By the way, your sneaker's cute... Oooo... sueded... nice" he said.

"How'd you know that?" you wondered out loud. "It hit me in the head when I walked by.. must've been sent flying by your Siamese fighting-fish leg" he answered.

You heard some creaking. "What do you mean by that?! Siamese fighting-fish LEG?!" you yelled and whacked the floor silently wishing it was his head. "Well it IS flailing everywhere.. and you're feisty... it fits" he replied flatly and chuckled to himself. More creaking. "WHAT'S WITH this place?!" you yelled. All these noises were irritating you.. and freaking you out... also... your leg was getting quite sore. It was stuck at such an angle that you couldn't possibly remove it on your own, but you didn't want to call this guy up for help. Then, right next to you, you heard a snap.

You whipped your head around to see a guy sitting on his heels next to you. "I see we're still stuck" he said and smiled. He was the guy who was irritating you from down there was right next to you!! "Here, your girlyness... your shoe" he said and tossed you your pink sneaker. You caught it and put it down next to you. "I'm not stuck.. just relaxing for a bit" you said and leaned back on your elbows. "Yes.. relaxing with a foot through the ceiling.. on Halloween... INSIDE a creepy-ass house" he said and looked thoughtful for a moment, "That makes total sense". He stood up and walked towards your trapped leg and bent down,leaning over you to get a better look. His reddish-brown hair fell in front of his grey eyes. "Hey! I know Karate!!" you yelled and sat up, ready for a fight.

"Yes, I do too... and 50 other dangerous words," he said, laughed.

You smiled and relaxed. He extended you his hand. You took it and he pulled you up. As you stood he worked and eventually managed to remove your leg from that painful a place. "Thank you so much," you said and rolled your ankle to relieve the tension. "Sure thing. Hey... I'm Justin" he said and smiled sweetly. You finished pulling your sneaker back on. He smiled. "I'm Railee" you answered and dusted yourself off. "Want to get out of here and get some coffee?" he asked brushed through his coppery hair. "...with some Spaghetti alla Carbonara?" you suggested. "... you like Italian food??" he wondered out loud. A smile crossed both of your faces. "Lets!!!" you both yelled and ran as fast as you could out of that freaky house.

Article written by Reina Links