The Choice (Pt. 1)


Johnny looked at me with his mourning eyes. “Dina I’m not really sure what to tell you, but I think you’re going to make a fool out of yourself.”

“Stop Johnny, you’re always worried about all the riff raff. Calm down, alright!” I said, while looking at him with my infamous annoyed expression.

“I’m just worried about you little sis. I’d hate to see something bad happen to you.”

“Look, Big bro…I got this. Now let me do what I gotta do.” I said while fidgeting with the lock. As kids, we used to come inside the old abandoned house, and play within their empty hollows. A few years ago, a few teenagers came up saying there was a ghostly man residing within. Of course, no one believed them. Until, last month when they all broke in, and Stuart Evans went missing. The house is now boarded up pretty well.

Tonight, while in a heated debate with my closest girlfriend Sara Pratt we decided that I was going to blow this myth out of the water.

“You probably shouldn’t of said you weren’t scared Dina.” Johnny said.

“Yeah. And what make you think I am?” I snapped.

“I just don’t think we should do this.”

“Sweet!” I said excitedly as the lock broke.

I pulled some boards away from the door frame, and entered. The house still looks the way it did when we were kids.

“How come you didn’t make Sara do this too?

“Shut up already Johnny, or I’ll just go at it alone. Eh.”

A gust of wind blew by shutting the door closed. “Mah hah hah hah” an ominous laughter broke out from the silence. “Who dares come into my valley?”

“Valley! Dude this is a house.”

“Do you dare talk back to the gruesome one?”

Like a glitch his images flashed in and out. His body, and his face reconstructed in a way, that showed his brutal injuries. Possibly the way he died.

Honestly I really didn’t know what to say, or do. I was frightened.

“Ah! Children! Mah hah hah!” He grew a ferocious grin on his face. He began tapping his fingers together and continued to say, “Interesting.”

“Dina we better split. Come on let’s get out of here.”

“Silly fool. Do you really think you can escape me? NO! But it is not you I want.”  The gruesome, and transparent ghostly man looked over at me, and for a moment it seemed as though he was floating towards me.

“Little Girl!” He began looking at my hair, my features, I was starting to think this guy was a creep.

“Mah hah hah hah!” He laughed at my growing fear.

“Answer me one thing girl.”

“If I answer you will you let us leave?”

“LITTLE GIRL!!!  Don’t you see, it’s my way, or the creepy old man who lives outside your ex-boyfriends, stepfather’s windows way?”

“Whaaaaaat!”

“Dude! That doesn’t even make sense.” Johnny said.

“Get on with it, Little Girl!” He leaned in closer scolding me. I could feel the cold frosted breath from his mouth.

I looked at Johnny and started to laugh saying, “But they don’t know that we know they know we know that his uncle’s brother’s sister’s best friend’s boyfriend told me that John’s auntie’s sister-in-law had a broom that her nephew used to fly on.”

“No more games girl! I will end you right now! Make your choice!”

My mouth opened for a gasp when he continued to say, “If you choose his way then you’ll be gravely mistaken. The choice is yours, but each one comes with a separate reality. Choose wisely, for you cannot return to your previous point.”

I thought for a moment, looking back and forth between the two choices that stood in front of me, one showing an hourglass with the ghostly man standing next to it, and the other showed a crest with a shadowed figure next to it.  I breathed in slowly to say,

“Since you’re going to be a prick about it, I’ll choose the creepy old man then.” pointing to the choice that held the crest.

“That is your choice. Farewell to you then.”

The world around began turning black. The odd sensations of whirling winds gushed me into a frozen stupor. I was spinning furiously. Clouded and foggy, I awoke with a feather in my hand. I opened my eyes to a mosaic hanging above my head. The distant sounds of people laughing brought me to a sitting position. I noticed that I sat in a room with multiple beds, inside cabin walls. “A camp?” I wondered to myself.  The pounding of footsteps approach from behind me. “Stand in soldier…ATTENTION!!”

Looking at him with a blank stare, confusion overpowered me.  I couldn’t bring myself to respond nor follow his commands. He then looked at me with a furious scorn. “Who do you think you are newbie? On all fours now! Give me 5,000 push-ups or your on toilet duty!”

“This guy is serious. Where the heck am I?” I hopped to my knees and began to follow the order. Just as I’d counted to fifty, the loud tooting of a trumpet let out a call. The noise and chatter coming from outside silenced and a group of people began lining up in a straight line.

“Get to it soldier. Stand in line.” He nodded his head to hint she needed to line up with everyone else. I ran out without hesitation for I didn’t want to tack on more trouble. As I ran outside, and as I passed by him, he looked at me with a twinkle in his eye. He cracked a crooked grin, revealing a fake silver tooth that sparkled in his mouth.

….

The weird old man’s world she chose.

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