Here is another story I wrote when I was younger. I’ve considered rewriting it, but honestly, I’m not sure what to do with it. It’s cute ig but it’s not really good.
The Wizard of Dead Creak
There have always been rumors of a wizard living on my street. They say "He helps with all." I've never believed it. According to the rumors, he lives in the abandoned house only five houses away from mine. It has been nicknamed “Dead Creak”. It’s not Creek with two E's. The old thing is just always creaking. It’s called Dead Creak because apparently the previous owner died. The essential factor to every scary house.
No one has ever seen him, though, because everyone's too afraid to go near the old, fetid, house. Dead Creak lay untouched for years.
It was at my house. Jenny, Rob, Danny, Rachael and I were home alone. It was a normal Friday. We were playing video games, like any normal kids who enjoy staring at a screen while smashing buttons love to do. A few neighbors were having a small get-together some miles away. This meant we were the only people on the street.
That was when it happened. The murder. We found Rob dead on the floor. He had obviously been stabbed.
We tried calling the police, but the phones wouldn't work, mysteriously. We thought about running over to the police station, but no one knew where it was. It was decided that we would go into town and get some help. Danny stopped us.
"We have to hurry!" We've got no time to wander into town! If we are going to avenge Rob, we have to work fast!"
"What are you saying we do?" protested Jenny.
He grinned, before replying "The Wizard of Dead Creak."
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We slowly etched toward the house, the four of us stuck together like Superglue. When we reached the sidewalk in front of it, we paused. Looking at each other nervously, we finally decided all four of us would confront him together.
"You go, Rachael," Danny said, shoving her closer. She jumped back.
"Why me?"
We all motioned for her to go closer. Hesitantly, she slowly advanced toward the creaky hunk of wood. Then she got onto the porch, and turned back to us nervously, We again motioned for her to continue, and she turned around and shakingly raised a fist to knock on the door. Rachael paused, as if waiting for something to happen.
CREAAK! She turned and bolted toward us.
The four of us grouped together tighter, shivering in fear, as the door slowly creaked open.
An elderly looking man, with a white beard that stretched to his chest, stood there, as if waiting for us to speak up.
We froze.
"Hello," he greeted calmly, "Welcome to Dead Creak! Please, come in."
We hesitantly followed him inside, the old wood floor squeaking with every step. He sat us down at a small, circle table, with an old, dusty, velvet cloth. in the middle sat an ancient, thin white candle, that burned brightly, illuminating the unlight house.
Squinting hard, I could make out the components of his furniture.
Just looking at them sent shivers down my spine.
On top of a cabinet hanging over a dresser, poorly hidden behind a jewelry box sat a handgun, with a rectangular neon green sticker on top of the barrel.
Even in the darkness, I could tell the dresser, probably covered with dust, has not been touched in a long time, along with the gun.
My palms got sweaty. Who is this guy?!
"So, what seems to be the problem?" The Wizard asked, nonchalantly.
"Well, w-we were just wondering, i-if you could help...with the, uh, murder of our friend, Rob, p-please," Danny croaked nervously. Could we really trust this stranger?
The Wizard nodded. "I have a solution," He replied, pulling out a black object from under the table. We leaned in closer to see in the poor lighting.
"What could we do with a walkie-talkie?" Danny exclaimed, less nervous.
The Wizard laughed.
"You see, boy. The true murderer will be on this phone at exactly twelve-o-four tonight. One of you must answer. Talk to 'em. You will discover the true identity of your friend's murderer."
"Can't 'yuh just tell us?!" Danny exclaimed, definitely not nervous anymore.
The Wizard chuckled.
"Silly boy. No, that is not how my magic works. Now, run along."
I had so many questions to ask him. But I decided to ask later.
If Rob's murderer didn't get me first.
We were back at home, staring at the object The Wizard gave us. It looked like your average walkie-talkie, except it had a creepy picture of an eyeball engraved on the back.
By the time we had come home from Dead Creak, it was 6:45 PM. We had a long time to wait.
We were extremely impatient, it felt like the longest 5 hours of my life. We kept waking each other up whenever we started falling asleep, not wanting to miss 12:04.
I probably believed him the least, but he was our only hope, considering Danny was convince The Wizard was the only one who could catch the murderer, not the police.
The tension was unbelievable. Sitting there in awkward silence, waiting anxiously for a moment we wanted to never come. But at the same time, wishing nothing more than it’s arrival.
Laying there in silence until someone is violently shaking your shoulder. Bringing out food and never eating. Shushing others but never speaking.
Oh, how I wished it would end.
12:03. We started to freak out. It became a game of hot potato with the walkie-talkie. Danny threw the device to me, and before I could throw it to Jenny, it turned 12:04.
Instantly, I pressed it against my ear. Then, I said into the device "Hello?"
"Hello?"
Getting nervous, I willed up all my courage.
"What is wrong with you? You are a vicious, killer! A monster! A heartless freak! Evil!!" I screamed into the phone. The others leaned in as I nodded to the killers response.
"Who is it? What are they saying?" Jenny asked.
I pulled the device away from my ear.
"Who is it? What are they saying?" The piece of cheap plastic repeated.
"Can't 'yuh see I'm having a conversation?" I hissed.
"Can't 'yuh see I'm having a conversation?" It repeated.
The three, petrified, froze in horror and realization as I pulled out a handgun with a rectangular neon-green sticker on top of it’s barrel.