Escaping from the Haunted House
This is a children's story originally written prior to the development of the Land of Mistasia. It contains the characters Phillip and Whizzy in their original form. The story was written for my daughter, Lea, when she was entering school. It is a far cry from what eventually became the Land of Mistasia, but I thought it might be interesting for everyone to read. Laugh, mock & enjoy!
A strong cold breeze pushed across the town of
Greenville. Leaves piled up next to a
shed in Phillip’s yard. The colors were
spectacular. Shades of orange, yellow,
red and brown leaves mixed together on the dark, wet, green grass in the front
yard. Outside his small, green, wooden
house was a big orange pumpkin. It was the largest pumpkin Phillip and Whizzy
had ever seen.
Together they stood and admired Mr. Frog’s
selection.
“How did he get that pumpkin here?” Whizzy wondered. “It must have taken thirty frogs to carry
that!”
“I know. It’s
huge! It must be the biggest pumpkin ever,” Phillip proudly boasted.
Leaves rustled up onto the porch, tickling the young
frogs webbed feet.
“My dad said we could carve it next week. Just before Halloween.” Phillip said emphatically. “It’s gonna be awesome!”
This is Whizzy the wizard fox’s favorite time of the
year.
Halloween meant costumes, candy,
jack-o-lanterns, candy, scary ghouls, and CANDY!
The two best friends were getting ready for an
interesting night at a haunted house.
This was not Phillip’s idea of fun, but Whizzy was very excited. So much so that Whizzy paced around the room;
he was dressed and ready, waiting for Phillip.
They had matching black shirts that read ‘HAVE NO FEAR’, with black
pants, flashlights and a special tool kit.
The kit had all sorts of goodies for the boys to use on their unknown
adventure. Of course Whizzy had his
trusty wand too.
“String, batteries, paper clips and chewing
gum?” Phillip was trying to get
interested, but didn’t understand Whizzy’s infatuation with haunted
houses. “Whizzy, what are we going to
use chewing gum for at a haunted house?
Blowing bubbles won’t save us from ghosts and ghouls.”
“No, but it will help your ears pop when the ghastly
witch squeals so loudly that it busts your eardrums.” Whizzy was almost wearing a groove in the
floor where he had been pacing for the past ten minutes. His excitement was brimming. If he didn’t get going soon, he wondered if
he might explode.
“Is this house really haunted Whizzy?” Phillip didn’t believe his friend. “How can a house be haunted?”
“Sally the snake said she has seen all types of
scary things at this house. She is the
one that invited everyone for the party.”
Whizzy was looking out the window at Phillip’s parents who had started
the car in preparation for their trip across Greenville.
“That weirdo is hosting the party?”
“She’s not a weirdo, just different?” Whizzy defended their host. It had been Whizzy the wizard fox’s dream to
see a ghost since he could remember. He
didn’t really know why, it just seemed cool.
Phillip’s parents drove them to the spooky
house. It sat on an old deserted
road. The road had
long weeds growing up through the cracks in the pavement. Very tall grass lined the sides of the road. The trees stood tall and ominous along both sides of the lonely road. This house looked like no one had lived in it
for a very long time. It was old. The windows were cracked, shudders damaged
and faded. Paint was peeling from the
siding and spider webs covered every corner.
“We’ll be back tonight at ten o’clock to pick you
boys up,” Momma Frog said. They opened
the car door and stepped out. Phillip
and Whizzy stood at the end of the stone walkway. It didn’t lead to the front of the house.
“Where do you think this goes Whizzy?”
Whizzy didn’t answer. He stared at the yellow lights burning in the
upstairs windows. It made the house
appear like it had evil eyes against the darkening sky.
“Whizzy?”
Phillip yelled smacking his friend’s arm. “Where does this go?” He pointed at the stone path.
“Let’s find out.”
Whizzy was still very excited.
Not scared in the least. Phillip
on the other hand was becoming nervous, and wondered if Whizzy had gone a bit
crazy.
They followed the winding path through an overgrown
vine patch. The vines reached out as the
frog walked past. One grabbed his left
arm. He pulled to get away, now walking
backwards. Whizzy had stopped at a
door. Phillip slammed into him and they
both fell down.
The door creaked open. Standing there was a scaly, slender, red-eyed
snake named Sally.
“Hello Whizzy.”
She sounded absolutely giddy.
“Phillip, how are you?” She
noticed him as Whizzy moved. Phillip had
ended up underneath him when they fell.
“Just great Sally.
How are you?” Phillip asked as he
rubbed his knee. “Strange, I imagine.” He whispered so Sally the snake wouldn’t
hear, but Whizzy did. The fox gave his
rude friend an unhappy glance and entered the house.
“Please wait here in the kitchen. There will be others arriving soon.” Sally slithered across the grainy tile
floor. Phillip thought the sound was
quite gross. It made him shiver. “Your invitations are on the table. Please, do not open it until I return. Thank you.”
Sally said in a pleasant voice.
Then she smoothly slithered out of the room into a dark hallway.
“This house is really creepy!” Phillip groaned.
“Yeah, I know.
It’s awesome.” Whizzy exclaimed
happier than Phillip could remember ever hearing his best friend.
Phillip stood fidgeting with his flashlight. His palms were already sweaty. He gulped as a huge spider dangled from the
chandelier in front of him.
“BOO!” The
spider yelled and then laughed as Phillip jumped.
They waited for quite a while alone in the kitchen,
as it had grown completely dark outside.
It was 7:07 PM. Sally led the
next guest into the kitchen. It was
Sebastian the Squirrel. He was still
wearing his aviator’s jacket and orange flying goggles.
“Does he think he can just fly out of the haunted
house if he gets scared?” Phillip joked
with Whizzy. Whizzy laughed briefly as
more animals entered the room.
This time it was Bruno the
Bear and his friend Henry the Hippo lumbering in behind the slender snake
hostess.
Henry sat down on a chair next
to Phillip.
Seconds later a crack,
followed by the loud thud of Henry’s rump hitting the floor.
Sebastian gasped.
Whizzy and Phillip cackled at the humorous
position Henry laid in on the grimy kitchen floor.
His thick round legs hung in the air as the
seat was lodged under his backside.
Bruno and Sally quickly assisted him back to his large feet.
A small splinter of wood remained stuck in
his derriere.
“Ah...Hen…Henry.”
Phillip began uncertain how to explain the situation without
laughing. He really didn’t want to anger
the very large hippopotamus.
“YES!” The
red-faced Henry blasted.
“Ah. Well
there is a small piece of the chair. A
splinter really, but…oh I mean rump…AH.”
Phillip covered his mouth. His
cheeks were as red as a rose. He began
to laugh again. The hippo was very
agitated and snorted at Phillip who ran behind Whizzy. “Save me, Whizzy.” He stuck his head out from behind Whizzy’s
shoulder.
“There’s a splinter in your butt, Henry,” Whizzy
said calmly. “Phillip cut it out.”
Henry turned around to see the tiny splinter lodged
in his rough bottom. “Oh. Thanks, Whizzy.” He pulled it out and walked away.
The eventful moment subsided as the final guests
arrived, the twins Devon and Dolly Duck.
The guest list was complete. They
all waited patiently around the kitchen table.
Four letters sat, temptingly close to them, but they remembered that
Sally asked them to wait for her before they read them.
“Thank you all for coming. Are you ready for a great time?” She hissed.
“YEAH!” The
crowd cheered.
“Well, as you are all aware, you have been invited
here tonight for a fun night in this haunted house. The invitations on the table have your
instructions for the night. Please, read
them carefully, because if you do not, you will not be able to leave this
house,” Sally said emphatically.
“What did she say?
Not leave the house? What do you
mean, Sally?” Phillip asked Sally, but
she had vanished. “Where’s Sally? What did she mean, Whizzy?”
Whizzy stood very silently holding the invitation in
his hand.
“LOCKED IN!”
Dolly the duck quacked.
‘WHAT’S GOING ON!!!”
Phillip screamed.
“The note said we have been locked in this house and
that the only way to get out is to solve the clues to find a key to the front
door,” Whizzy explained as everyone listened.
“Oh, no!
That’s not good.” Sebastian said
with a scared expression, his eyes bugging out of his orange goggles.
The terrified green frog grabbed Whizzy the fox by
his shirt and shook him as he yelled, “How are we going to get OUT OF HERE?”
“Phillip,” Whizzy said as his friend continued to
shake him. “Phillip.” He was becoming dizzy now as the room bounced
with each shake. “PHILLIP!” Whizzy yelled as he pushed the sweaty,
webbed, green hands from his arms.
“Calm down, Phillip.”
“Calm down?”
Phillip said rudely.
“Yes, please, sir.
You are scaring everyone.” The
timid voice came from underneath the kitchen table.
Everyone peeked under the
table to see that familiar aviator’s jacket huddled against the wall.
It was Sebastian the Squirrel.
He was the smallest in the room and was
visibly shaking.
“I’m sorry, Sebastian. I didn’t mean to scare you, I guess…I guess I
was scared,” Phillip said as he reached a hand toward the terrified
squirrel. “Take my hand, Sebastian.”
The squirrel reluctantly removed himself from his
hiding spot.
There were seven animals standing in the dreary kitchen. Whizzy noticed just how disgusting the
kitchen really was. He hadn’t noticed
before with all the commotion and excitement.
The ceiling and floor were very dirty.
Thick spider webs were hanging in every corner and from the chandelier
above the table. The room was strangely
empty. There was no refrigerator, or
stove. Just holes in the counter where
they had once rested. Piles of dirt and
dust had collected in their place. A
picture was hanging crooked on the stained, yellow wall behind Bruno the
Bear. The frame was metal colored, but
the picture inside was completely black as if the image was missing. Whizzy thought that this was very strange. In the bottom right corner a name was etched
into the frame.
“HILDA DRA_ _N.”
Whizzy read aloud. The name was
missing letters.
“Huh? What,
Whizzy?” Bruno said in his deep growling
voice. He turned around to see what
Whizzy was looking at and saw the picture on the wall.
“That picture.
It looks like someone tried to take it down. It must be stuck.” Whizzy noticed.
“Yeah. Look, there are marks on the wall next to
it.” Phillip pointed at two rectangular
areas, one on either side of the picture.
It looked like someone had taken frames off the wall. The wall appeared much cleaner in the rectangular
areas.
“Who do you think Hilda is?” Bruno wondered.
“She was once a resident in this house.” Sally the snake had slithered up behind
Bruno. She startled him when she
hissed. “Hilda the Dragon was a young
girl when her family left. It is said that
her spirit returned here after she passed away.
“She died?”
The duck twins, Devon and Dolly, quacked.
“Yes, Hilda was very sick when she was born and only
lived until she was 10 years old. Her
parents were so sad. They left this
house afterward, but many say that Hilda’s ghost still lives here.” The animals
were saddened to hear about poor Hilda, but also frightened to know that she
may still be roaming the house.
“She could be in the kitchen right now,” thought
Phillip. He began searching the room for
the young dragon. He looked at the
picture frame on the wall, and this time Hilda’s face appeared. A purple faced dragon with red spots on her
cheeks. Phillip gasped. Hilda’s eyes moved. They looked right at Phillip the Frog. A shiver rose up his body. He couldn’t move. He was so frightened. Then, Phillip couldn’t believe his eyes. Hilda the Dragon walked out of the
frame. She disappeared. “Wh…Whi…Whizzy!”
Whizzy was talking to Devon the duck, as Phillip
began to tug on his shirtsleeve. “What
Phillip?”
“Whizzy, I saw her!”
He had turned a strange shade of white.
“Saw who?”
Whizzy asked.
“HILDA!”
Phillip screamed quite loudly. So
loud that everyone in the kitchen was now gawking at the young frog. “She was in the picture frame. She…she looked right at me and then
disappeared.”
Phillip was acting very strangely, Whizzy thought,
but when Whizzy the fox looked at the picture, it was empty, just as it had
been earlier. “I think we’d better get
started before Phillip goes crazy.”
Each group began their quest to find the key that
would release them from the haunted house.
Sebastian the Squirrel, wearing his orange goggles for protection,
opened his envelope. He turned his head
to the side as he slid the paper out as if expecting something to explode from
the envelope. The duck twins, Devon and
Dolly, also opened their letter with a large amount of reluctance. Dolly Duck covered her eyes with her
yellow-feathered hands. Henry the hippo
and Bruno the Bear passed the tiny envelope back and forth. Each wanted the other to open it, but neither
would. Whizzy tore the side of the
envelope off without hesitation and removed the white sheet of paper, which was
folded in half.
Every group received the identical letter, and as
all read their letters, which revealed the first clue, they knew it was time to
start. The letter read:
Go to the cellar and find the toy chest.
“That should be easy enough,” declared Phillip now
that he had regained some composer.
“Come on, Phillip!”
Whizzy shouted as he began to run from the kitchen.
No one knew how to locate the cellar door. It was a very big house, but Phillip and
Whizzy were the first to find it. Whizzy
excitedly opened the door and began down the darkened hallway.
Phillip hesitated. He was very scared of the dark cellar, but he didn’t want to be left alone upstairs
either. Quickly, he darted down the
stairs to catch his friend. He stumbled
on a damaged stair, but held on to the railing.
“Phillip, stop fooling around,” Whizzy scolded. “Get your flashlight.”
The two slowly moved into the cellar. It smelled like old sneakers, and the walls
and floors squished beneath their feet.
They shined their flashlights across the walls and floor trying to
locate anything that may be the first clue.
“Whizzy, what was the clue again?”
“Go to the cellar and find the toy chest,” he
read using his flashlight to see the words.
“Well, where is it?”
Phillip started when they heard a noise from behind them. He whipped around to find the origin, but saw
only the piles of junk that they had walked past. His green skin appeared much whiter than it
should.
“What is it, Phillip?” Whizzy asked while he continued toward the
back of the cellar.
That’s when Phillip saw her, Hilda the Dragon. She floated out from behind the stairs and
directly in front of him. She smiled,
revealing her long sharp teeth and forked tongue, which wiggled at him.“HI!” Hilda was really a nice dragon. She only wanted someone to talk to. She had been so lonely in this house.
Phillip smiled uncomfortably. He wanted to scream for Whizzy, but
couldn’t. He was terrified. In front of him stood the ghost of a purple,
girl dragon. His eyes widened, and all
the remaining color seemed to drain from his face.
“Phillip, you coming? What are you doing?” Whizzy yelled from across the cellar. He shined his flashlight on Phillip and
noticed the ghostly dragon’s figure.
“Ah!” He burst. “Hilda?”
The young dragon bolted for the stairs. She screamed as though she had seen a ghost.
“Hilda, wait.”
Whizzy ran gripping his wand for protection. “Phillip, are you…?” He reached his friend, the frog, and noticed
that he was stiff with fear. “Phillip,
wake up.”
“I…I…I,” Phillip stuttered. He hadn’t blinked in a long time. His eyes stayed focused on the stairs,
waiting for Hilda to reappear.
“Was that Hilda?”
Whizzy was so excited. Phillip
just nodded. “Phillip, you have to snap
out of it. Relaxo!” Whizzy cast a calming spell on his best
friend.
Phillip’s brilliant, green complexion returned. He fell to his rump. Now sitting on the cold, damp cement floor in
the cellar, he could finally breathe. The
past hour had been a lot for Phillip to handle.
He was overwhelmed, but Whizzy’s spell helped him relax.
“Thanks, Whizzy.”
The boys heard noises from above. It sounded like others had finally found the
entrance to the cellar. They needed to
hurry and find the clue. Just then, a
small ball bounced out from under the stairs.
“Hilda?”
Phillip said in a meek voice. The
dragon pounced on the ball, and it shot across the room, bounced off the wall
and hit Phillip in the chest. Hilda
giggled. Phillip rubbed his chest in
discomfort. Whizzy started to laugh.
“Hello, Hilda.
Do you live here?” The wizard fox
asked.
She just nodded her head shyly.
“Can you talk?”
Phillip added.
She nodded again, but didn’t speak. They heard more noises from above. It sounded like quacking.
“Devon and Dolly,” Whizzy and Phillip said
simultaneously. They began to run toward
the back of the cellar. There they found
the toy chest hidden in a corner underneath a dusty blanket.
“Phillip, look,” Whizzy yelled. He reached for the first letter and pulled it
free. “Here is the clue.”
“What’s the next clue?” Phillip eagerly wanted to know. He was suddenly enjoying himself. He also hadn’t noticed that Hilda the ghostly
dragon was standing directly behind him.
She watched the two boys as they read the next clue.
“Find the stick that leaves the yard,” Whizzy
read sounding confused.
“What in the name of hopping mad does that
mean?” Phillip snorted.
“It’s a rake.”
A soft female voice whispered into Phillip’s ear.
He hopped so high that he nearly bumped his froggy
head on the ceiling. The boys whirled
around to see Hilda.
“Hilda,” Phillip said sounding relieved. “You really scared me. I thought it was a…”
“Ghost,” She interrupted.
“Well, yeah.” Phillip’s cheeks turned a bright shade
of red again.
Phillip, Whizzy and Hilda climbed the stairs and now
stood in a dark hallway. Phillip
watched a black spider climbing the wall.
It followed a crack that led all the way across the ceiling directly
overhead.
Meanwhile Whizzy kept reading the newest clue, with
the aid of his flashlight.
“Are you sure, Hilda?” Whizzy said with concern. He didn’t know if Hilda the ghost dragon was
playing a joke on him. Whizzy knew that
Phillip wouldn’t last much longer in the haunted house, so they needed to get
out fast.
“Yes,” Hilda replied. Her tail swung around in a circle.
Whizzy stood next to her. He noticed how small she really was. He always thought that dragons were huge, but
Hilda barely reached his shoulders.
“Well, where do we go now
then, Hilda?” Whizzy watched as
Phillip’s eyes followed the spider on the ceiling. Phillip’s mouth hung open in an odd
fashion. It looked like he was in a
trance. Whizzy slapped him in the back
of the head and yelled. “Wake up, frog!”
Noises erupted in the hallway. It was Bruno the Bear and Henry the
Hippo. Whizzy and Hilda darted around
the corner and pressed against the wall.
The wizard fox peeked back toward the cellar door and saw Phillip still
staring at the spider as it dangled on a web from the ceiling. Only now it was in Phillip’s face, and they
appeared to be talking.
“Phillip,” Whizzy whispered, but nothing
happened. “Phillip, come here.” He tried again. “What is wrong with him?” The confused fox said to himself. He checked down the hallway to make sure that
Bruno and Henry hadn’t seen them. Then
he ran, grabbed Phillip and pulled him around the corner.
“Wait, Whizzy, Cedric is telling me the
answer!” He yelled as Whizzy dragged
him.
“Silenco.”
Whizzy pointed his wand at Phillip’s mouth. Phillip’s froggy mouth moved, but no sounds
came out. He grabbed his throat in a
panic. “Shut up, Phillip. You’ll get us caught.”
“Excuse me, Mister Fox.” Hilda began shyly.
“It’s Whizzy.”
“Oh, sorry.
Whizzy,” She laughed nervously. “Why are you trying to avoid your
friends?”
Whizzy hesitated.
Then fixed Phillip’s mouth with a spell so he could talk again. Whizzy quickly wished he hadn’t as Phillip
began to mutter about his conversation with Cedric the Spider. Whizzy told him to be quiet. He was getting very upset with Phillip.
“I don’t want the others following us. We are going to get out first: I don’t care
about them.”
“Aren’t they your friends, Whizzy?” Hilda asked.
“Yes, but they are not…I mean they are…” Whizzy was
searching for the right words. “They are
supposed to do it themselves.”
“But I’m helping you.”
“FINE!” Whizzy
became very mad. Hilda was correct, but
Whizzy didn’t want to hear it. He
quickly stood up and walked away.
Phillip and Hilda followed.
They didn’t speak as they walked. At the end of the long hallway was a
door. Whizzy tried to turn the handle, but
it was locked. He walked away and
started down another hallway. Phillip
followed. Hilda grabbed Phillip’s arm,
and pointed at the door.
“It’s in there?”
Phillip asked. Hilda nodded. “Whizzy.
WHIZZY!” He yelled.
“What?” The
angry fox snapped.
“Use your wand to open the door.”
“Abeirto” Whizzy shouted. A red flame shot out of his wand tip. It slammed into the door handle. The handle melted and fell to the floor with
a loud clank.
“Whizzy, couldn’t you have just unlocked the
door? Phillip said noticing the missing
handle.
Whizzy pushed open the door. “After you.” He said with a smirk.
“Phew. It
stinks like sweaty feet in here.”
Phillip held his nose.
Hilda’s head floated through the wall into the
garage. After checking out the area, she
floated through the wall and landed next to Phillip in the middle of the
floor. Whizzy now stood beside
It was very cold.
Their breath rolled out like dragon tongues. Phillip’s green skin was bumpy. He wrapped his arms around himself, as he
began to shiver.
“Wh...ere’s…the…cl…ue?’ He stuttered.
His mouth chattering from the cold.
“WARMO!”
Whizzy belted as he cast a spell on his friend. A flame leaped from his wand and engulfed
Phillip. Hilda screamed as the frog stood
in flames. Suddenly they evaporated and
the frog appeared dirty. Black soot
covered his entire body, but he was warm now.
“You burned me!”
Phillip screamed in a high-pitched voice.
“No, I didn’t.
Look.” Whizzy wiped off the black
soot. “It’s just a side effect of the spell. You’re warm aren’t you?”
“Yeah, but I’m dirty too.” Phillip whined.
“You’re welcome!”
Whizzy rolled his eyes.
“Over here,” Hilda the dragon called from across the
garage.
It was very dirty.
A net hung from the ceiling with many footballs, soccer balls, and other
play toys. Spider webs dangled from
every corner. Against the wall hung old
yard equipment. Shovels, axes, a garden
hoe, and a rake swayed slightly.
“Look, Phillip.”
Whizzy pointed at the rake’s wooden handle. “Leaves the yard!” The second clue must be this rake.” He said excitedly.
“I told you.”
Hilda snarled
The rake hung with four envelopes attached to the
handle. The wizard fox reached for the
nearest envelope and pulled.
“Your nose knows where the rose won’t grow?” Whizzy read with some confusion in his voice.
“I’m so not understanding what that means,” said the
blackened frog. He stood in a shadowy
part of the garage so all that could be seen were his circular white eyes.
“No, you’re invisible.” Whizzy laughed. “You look like a pair of floating eyeballs.”
“Oh, spooky Phillip.” Hilda the Ghostly Dragon pretended to be
scared. She ducked behind Whizzy and
giggled.
“Come on. We only need to solve one more clue and
we’ll be free,” Whizzy commanded.
They headed down the hallway. Searching for the staircase to lead them to
the upstairs bathroom.
“Did you hear that?”
Whizzy asked. Something was
growling and rustling in the upstairs hallway.
Phillip and Whizzy peeked over the top step. Hilda’s transparent head slid through a crack
in the wood floor and then expanded back into its regular appearance.
Bruno the bear was stomping and growling. He looked strange. His eyes were bright red. Suddenly, he noticed their heads at the top
of the stairs. He roared and charged at
them.
“Look out!
He’s possessed.” Phillip yelled.
“Freeze!” A
chilly blue blast exploded from Whizzy’s wand and hit Bruno in the head. He flopped and fell over with a loud thud.
Footsteps thundered behind them. “Someone’s coming!” Phillip yelled.
Hilda disappeared quickly and then reappeared. “It’s your hippo friend.”
“Henry,” they said together. “Hide!”
The three entered the nearest door, a room with no
lights. It was completely dark. Two blood-shot eyes glared at them from the
corner. A vicious growling from a scary
beast echoed through the room. They
found a door and escaped into a large closet.
Now, they were trapped.
There, they turned on a flashlight and found
Sebastian. He was tied up in a chair
with a sock shoved in his mouth. The
squirrel tried to yell for help.
“AHHHH, what is that?” Hilda gasped.
She hid behind Phillip, who was still cowering himself.
“It’s Sebastian,” Whizzy replied as he untied the
helpless squirrel.
“What…what is a Se…Sebastian?” The young scared dragon stuttered while
staring at him. His appearance was
unusual. Orange goggles and aviator
jacket made him look peculiar.
“No. Not a
Sebastian. Sebastian is his name. He is a squirrel,” Whizzy stated sounding
rather irritated. “Will you guys stop
goofing around?”
“What’s a squirrel?”
Hilda continued. Even Phillip,
who was now standing again, seemed surprised that she didn’t know what a
squirrel was.
“That’s a squirrel Hilda.” Phillip pointed at Sebastian who still had a
sock in his mouth. He mumbled again as
Whizzy struggled to loosen the ropes around his body.
“Oh, sorry Sebastian,” Whizzy said noticing he forgot about the
sock. He removed it quickly. A long strand of spittle was hanging between
the sock and the small squirrel’s mouth.
“Oh, gross!”
Phillip yelled. “That is really
sick.”
Sebastian began to cough. He inhaled deeply and then thanked them.
“Undone!”
Whizzy snarled. He was becoming
frustrated and wanted to leave. His wand
lit up in an orange flash and the ropes untied and fell to the floor.
“Thank you! Thank you! Oh, my gosh, thank you so much,” Sebastian
spoke very quickly as he rubbed his wrists.
He always talked fast. Phillip
thought that he must have been making up for lost time now.
“What happened, Sebastian?” Phillip inquired as to how the squirrel had
been captured.
Sebastian explained that he had been searching for
clues and wandered upstairs alone. Then
he heard growling and panicked. When he
saw the frightening blood-shot eyes in the darkness, he screamed. That was the last thing he remembered until
he woke up inside the closet. He was all
tied up with a sock in his mouth, and it didn’t taste good.
“I didn’t see who did it, but I bet it was an evil
witch,” Sebastian squealed in fear. His
eyes were distorted from the thought of it.
“Hey, Whizzy, maybe it’s one of your cousin’s,”
Phillip laughed, but Whizzy did not.
“A witch?”
Whizzy said sarcastically. “That
is highly unlikely. My family has the
only witches or wizards in town, and none of us is evil,” he said offended.
They slowly opened the closet door. Whizzy peeked out first. Then he stepped into the room, followed by
Phillip the Frog, Sebastian the Squirrel and Hilda the Ghostly Dragon.
“Watch out for the hideous beast that trapped me,”
The squirrel whispered.
Suddenly the eyes reappeared in the darkness. Slanted and blood-shot, the red pupils blazed
at them. It charged toward them. Whizzy leapt to the side. Phillip hopped in the air. The evil beast darted straight for Sebastian
as Hilda slipped through the floor screaming.
“Levitatar!” screamed Whizzy amongst the
commotion. A white light blinded
them. Whizzy opened his eyes. It was completely dark except for little
star-like images that danced in his vision.
They were from the bright light that had emitted from his wand.
Phillip finally found the light switch and turned it
on. Everyone shied away as the sudden
light hurt his or her eyes. When
Sebastian the Squirrel reopened his eyes he screamed. Hovering directly in front of his face was
the horrid beast, a little white furry dog, no larger than him.
“This is your evil
beastie?”
Whizzy pointed in
astonishment.
“It’s the size of a
football.
Hey, let’s kick it!”
He joked.
“Whizzy,” Phillip scolded in a fatherly tone. “That’s not funny. Look at the poor dog. He was just as scared as Sebastian was that’s
all.”
The group left the room and began its search for the
final clue. Sebastian decided to join
them, since he hadn’t found any clues by himself anyway.
“Your nose knows were the rose won’t grow!” Phillip muttered to himself.
“It has to be in the bathroom,” Whizzy the fox
exclaimed.
“What makes you think that?” Hilda asked.
“No rose could ever grown in the bathroom,” Whizzy
snapped.
“Why?”
Phillip asked with curiosity.
“Have you ever been in there after my dad?” Whizzy held his nose. “It smells soooo bad!”
They all laughed.
The door was locked.
Whizzy believed the key was hidden behind the bathroom door. The door had stains and chips in the
paint. The handle was old and
tarnished. He tried to turn the knob,
but it wouldn’t budge.
“Abierto!”
Whizzy shouted.
His wand lit up and he tried to open the door
again.
It was still locked.
Phillip and Whizzy exchanged surprised glances and
shrugged their shoulders. Whizzy had
never cast a spell before and not had it work.
What would they do now?
“Oh, no.
That’s it. We are trapped in this horrible haunted house forever. How will we ever get this door open?” Sebastian was very nervous. “There’s no way we’ll ever get that key.”
“How is it that your spell didn’t work,
Whizzy?” Phillip said with concern.
“I don’t understand.” Whizzy looked at his wand as if it were
broken, but it appeared to be just fine.
No cracks or splinters.
“It’s her.
Vilma the witch.” Sebastian
shouted quite loudly in Whizzy’s ear.
He raised his wand toward the squirrel.
“Silencio!”
He said sternly. Sebastian the
squirrel was becoming quite bothersome.
“Whizzy. What
if there is an evil witch and she cast a spell on this door so we couldn’t get
the key?” Phillip rambled, sounding
somewhat like the now mute squirrel.
Whizzy now pointed his wand and Phillip. “ Don’t
start, froggy, or you’re next.”
“Wait a minute,” Whizzy said with renewed excitement
and hope. “Hilda?”
“Yes?” She
replied wondering why her name was spoken.
“You can float through walls,” Whizzy realized. “You can go in and get the key for us.”
“Oh, yeah.”
Hilda smiled and darted through the door. Next, a click broke the silence in the
hallway as the doorknob began to turn.
The door opened and Hilda slid out with the key in her hand.
Just as she handed Phillip the final clue, a loud
thunder echoed through the hallway. A
cackling laughter filled all around them.
Then smoke billowed in across the floor, and a figure appeared at the
end of the hall.
“It’s her!”
Sebastian yelled and then collapsed to the floor.
The loud cackling echoed though the hall. Sebastian laid flat on his back with his legs
straight in the air. Phillip gasped and
Whizzy’s mouth dropped wide open. They
were very surprised.
“ARGH!” The
cackling voice yelled with arms raised in a menacing fashion.
“AHHHHH!”
They all screamed, except Sebastian who still laid motionless on the
floor.
“Wait. Did
she say, ‘argh’? I thought pirates said
‘argh’, not witches.” Whizzy was very
confused.
“Oh no, maybe she’s an evil pirate witch,” Phillip
exclaimed now cowering behind Whizzy.
“What?”
“Hey, maybe she’s the queen, evil, pirate, witch
captain, and she’s going to steal our treasure by turning us into flowers and
then escape to sea.” Hilda was so
scared, nothing she said seemed to make sense to Whizzy now.
“Don’t worry, Hilda, she can’t hurt you. You’re already dead,” Whizzy sarcastically
remarked without thinking.
Hilda began to cry.
“I’m sorry, Hilda.”
“No, it’s true.
I’m a ghost.” She wiped the tears
from her scaly cheeks.
“Guys, she’s gone.
The evil, pirate witch is gone!”
Phillip yelled as he frantically pointed down the hallway.
Sebastian still didn’t move.
“Grab him and let’s go,” Whizzy the wizard fox
demanded. Phillip and Whizzy each
grabbed a side of the motionless squirrel and lifted.
Down the hall they ran to the stairs. At the bottom of the staircase, they
stopped. A horrible sight was before
them. Devon and Dolly duck, Henry the
hippo and Bruno the bear were all tied up on the couch.
“She got them,” The terrified frog croaked. His cheeks were bright red with fear. “What do we do now?” He questioned the fox.
Phillip's legs trembled. They were so close to freedom. On the other side of the living room was the
front door. He could see it, but it
meant they would have to get past the same menacing figure that haunted them
upstairs. Its face was invisible, just a shadow. Large boils covered its neck. Skin was yellowed, dirty and covered by a long black
robe. The figure stood hunched
over like it carried something heavy on its back. Two, blazing, red eyes gazed out from
under its pointy-rimmed hat.
This witch had no arms, and a long slender
body. From the hideous high pitched
cackling, they believed it to be a woman.
“Whizzy, what do we do now?” Phillip tugged on the wizard’s sleeve, but
there was no answer. Phillip saw that
Whizzy looked stunned. The wizard fox
knew that he would have to face her so the others could escape.
“I’ll draw her attention while you and Hilda save
the others. Then, when the witch chases
me, you use the key and escape, Phillip.
It’s almost 10 o’clock. Your
parents will be here any minute. They
can help us.” Whizzy seemed certain that
his plan would work.
Sebastian began to stir. He was finally waking up. The small squirrel sat up and shouted very
loudly. “Where’s the witch?”
The scary shadowed figure turned briskly. Her red eyes glared under her hat. “ARGH!”
“AHHH! The
queen, evil, pirate, witch captain.”
Sebastian screamed like a little girl.
The witch bolted toward them.
“Run, Phillip!”
Whizzy commanded as he gripped his wand tightly. He cast a spell that barely missed the
oncoming enemy. Quickly he ran away, and
the witch followed as he had planned.
Phillip the Frog and Hilda the Ghostly Dragon
furiously worked to untie their friends.
First Bruno the Bear, then Henry the Hippo and finally Devon and Dolly
Duck were set free.
“Follow us,” Phillip shouted. He started for the front door, but when he
saw the witch hovering on the stairway.
Her black robe swayed beneath her.
“OH!” Phillip stopped running and
gasped. The others had to move quickly
to avoid running into him. He stood
trance like, gazing at the witch while they all past him. “What happened to my best friend?” The saddened frog thought. Then he heard Whizzy’s voice in his head
telling him to run.
“BINDO!” A voice shouted from down the hallway. A light, green flash illuminated the walls
and slammed into the witch’s silhouetted figure. Phillip turned his eyes away from the
powerful blast. He felt a tremble,
followed by a painful shriek and then a thud.
Phillip opened his eyes to a wonderful sight.
“Run, Phillip. Save them.” Whizzy stood over the unconscious witch. His wand still glowed at the tip and he was
breathing heavily.
Phillip was so happy that his friend was safe. They smiled together and then Phillip hopped
away to catch the others.
They ran to the front door. Phillip pulled out the key and unlocked
it. He grabbed the handle and flung open
the door. The cool autumn breeze was a
joyous welcome. They were free.
“Let’s go!”
He shouted and they all cheered.
The beaming frog led the way down the stone path
between the hedges. They ran fast. Phillip’s tiny heart was beating so rapidly
that he could hear it in his own head.
Bruno, Henry, Devon, his sister Dolly, and Phillip dashed to the end of
the walkway. Just when they turned to
exit, Phillip ran straight into someone.
Whizzy stood next to the witch. She laid on the floor sleeping. Her deep red eyes still open slightly.
“Is it her?”
A young shy voice whispered in Whizzy’s ear.
“NAAA!” The
wizard nearly jumped out of his fur. His
wand was pointed directly at the ear of Hilda the Dragon. “You scared me. Hilda, why aren’t you with
the others?”
She frowned.
“I can’t leave this house Whizzy.”
“You can’t…Why not?”
Whizzy realized the answer before she got a chance to respond. “You’re a ghost. I should have thought about that. Did the others get out?”
She just nodded and smiled, which exposed the fact
that she had very large fangs. The witch
began to moan causing Whizzy to jump again.
Hilda giggled at him. The
mysterious witch now stood as Whizzy pointed his wand directly at her. The tip began to glow a bright red as he
became frightened. Whizzy’s furry hand
trembled. His voice cracked. “Wh…who…are you?” He stammered.
Whizzy could see a faint
smile under the blazing red eyes.
“Don’t
you know, Whizzy the Fox?”
The soft
hissing voice questioned.
It was a much
different voice than before, the anger was gone.
“I’ll show you.”
The witch spun.
Out from under the hat and black robe slithered Sally the snake.
“Sally?” The
fox snapped rudely. “Was it you all
along?”
Meanwhile, outside Phillip was flat on his
butt. He looked up at who had blocked
their escape.
“Son, are you hurt?”
“DAD!”
Phillip yelled excitedly. He
hopped directly into his dad’s arms.
“How was the haunted house, Phillip?”
“Dad, it was terrifying. We had to find clues to escape, and we met
Hilda the Ghostly Dragon and Whizzy…WHIZZY!”
Phillip was so frantic that his dad nearly dropped him.
“Whoa, slow down son. Where’s Whizzy?” Everyone
began shouting. “Wait. Wait a minute. One at a time,” he chuckled.
“Whizzy saved us by distracting the queen, evil,
pirate witch,” Phillip said.
“Pirate, witch CAPTAIN,” Sebastian added.
“All right, let’s go get him,” Phillip’s dad said
with a laugh.
Inside the haunted house they found Whizzy and Sally
sitting on the couch.
“Whizzy thank the holy frog you’re alive!” Phillip hugged him so hard that he knocked
them both over. “What happened to the
witch?”
“I was the witch, Phillip.” Sally blushed with embarrassment.
“Oh.” The
young green frog was a slight shade of red.
“I knew that.” Whizzy and Sally rolled their eyes. “Where’s Hilda?” Phillip asked avoiding the uncomfortable
situation.
“She went home, Phillip,” Whizzy said, nodding
toward the kitchen.
“Dad, I’ll be right back.” Phillip ran into the kitchen, and there in
the picture frame Hilda the dragon smiled at him. She didn’t move though.
“You seem happy,
Hilda.
I’ll miss you.”
Phillip’s eyes watered.
“Good bye.”
He turned and walked out of the kitchen, but as he neared the door he
heard Hilda’s voice.
“Good bye, Phillip.
I’ll miss you, too.”
Written 2007
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Copyright 2014: Christopher M. Purrett
