Jack Be Nimble
He slowly moved his head around the corner, he thought he heard some breathing, but it was too late. The thing was right in his face! He turned and ran towards the window. He closed his eyes and braced for impact. The next thing he heard was a crash at the same time he felt his body slam against something that gave way. He fell in a shower of glass shards.
Wait, wait. Let me tell you how this all started. Jack was walking home, minding his own business. Out of nowhere some guy jumped out and attacked Jack. Luckily he knew karate and fought him off. The only evidence of the attack was a cut on his arm and a black eye.
When he got home his mom saw his injuries and inquired him about it. Jack told his mom about the guy and how he fought him off. His mom told him that she was going to ask him to go to the store to get some milk, but that she would ask his brother instead. He told her that it was fine, and that he’d go get it anyway.
On his way to the store he passed by a house, not just any house mind you. It was The House of Old Man McLough. He remembered some kids talking about it at school and the strange creature that lived inside. His curiosity got the best of him, and he went in.
He was exploring the old house when he saw a candle. There was no significance about the candle except that it was lit, recently too. The wax hadn’t even started to melt yet. The reason this was so surprising is because the house had been abandoned for several years. He turned and started jogging towards the door to leave, but when he got there the doors were locked…
He turned around only to be looking straight in the eyes of the creature, or at least that’s what he assumed. The creature had these big eyes that seemed to be looking straight into your very being. Its face was distorted and scarred. Its teeth were sharp and pointy as a razor. It had ears somewhat like an elf’s. Jack jumped at the sound of its voice, it was horrible and reminded him of fingernails on a chalkboard. It said, “You’d best run away!” Jack started running back in the direction of the candle stick, while the creature was just standing there cackling.
As Jack was getting closer to the candle stick he heard the creature’s voice, it sounded like it was coming from everywhere. “Jack, be nimble! Jack, be quick! Jack, jump over the candlestick!” Jack did a practice jump to make sure he’d be able to do it, but when he landed he tripped. He got back up and started to run towards the candlestick. He jumped, and he burned his toe. At the same time he realized, a little too late, that there was a wall on the other side.
He crashed through the wall and thudded on the ground. He groaned as he got up. His mind flashed back to the creature, he looked back at the hole. Sure enough, there was the creature with a horrible scowl on its face. “Jack, jumped high! Jack jumped low! Jack burned his toe! Jack broke my wall! Jack is trapped! Jack will get ripped!” Jack really didn’t want to know what the creature meant by “ripped” so he ran towards the door in the room.
He was back in the main room where the door was. He looked around and saw some stairs, he ran up them and put his back against the wall to catch his breath.
He peaked his head around the corner only to look into the horrible twisted face of the creature, who was smiling at Jack. He jumped back and hit the wall, which he then used as leverage to push himself off to a running start towards the window. He squeezed his eyes tight as he dived towards it, bracing for impact. He felt a slight amount of resistance as he hit the window, and fell through in a rain glass shards.
His body was found in a pile of broken glass and blood the next morning.
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