Remember the Choose Your Own Adventure books where you had to pic at the end of a chapter if you should fight the dragon and rescue the Princess? I loved them!
Nancy Pearl Wannabe (favorite blogger ever) decided it would be cool to do this on with blogs and the Choose Your Own Blogventure was born. Each blogger gets to write a page of the story without knowing what else has been written by the other bloggers except the one leading to their own page. It kind of makes this a mashup of telephone and CYOB Books.
This is my entry to the Horror Themed adventure for Halloween. BUT don’t read my part yet, please go to NPW’s blog and begin reading there.
My Entry:
You think Kate and Julie should knock on the door to get candy.
“Well, if you’re curious about the trunk we really can’t just get the - what did you say ‘Get the flip outta here’ can we”? Kate smirked as she lifted and slammed the knocker on the door three times an echoing boom rolled through what must have been an endless hallway beyond.
Julie groaned and steadied herself for whatever nightmare creature would answer the door. Dracula or someone more like Riff Raff from Rocky Horror no doubt waited to ratchet up the performance another notch. They were both surprised when a child swung back the tall ornate oak door of the library and stood smiling at them as if he’d been watching them though some hidden peephole.
“Hi Kate”, the boy shifted his gaze from one to the other, “Hi Julie.” His warm smile abruptly turned to fear as he peered into the darkness behind them. The girls both glanced back over their shoulders and saw nothing but pools of light along the road from the street lamps. “Come in quick!” he urged and grabbed at their wrists his eyes locked onto something in the shadows across the street they could not see.
Both girls, startled by his sudden urgency shuffled quickly into the hall. Balls of dust went gliding into the shadows sent scurrying from the door’s gust. The foyer was long and the marble floor and walls with doric columns returned all sounds they made with startling clarity. The columns rose up into the darkness obscuring how high the ceiling was in the cavernous room.
“You only just made it!” The boys smile was back as he slid the bolt home into the door’s frame. “They expected you sooner rather than later, but I told them and told them. They never listen!” He took a hand in each of his own and lead the girls into the hall. Darkness seemed to retreat at the boys approach and surround them as they progressed inward. Julie’s jaw was wide with shock and Kate’s eyes were squinting into the darkness trying to discern the trick of the lighting.
Without breaking grip with the boy Kate managed to overcome her awe and ask, “Hey! Where are you taking us, how did you know our names? What’s going on? What is this key for? What did you see outside that made you pull us in?” Her questions were still rolling off her tongue when she noticed a dozen small puncture wounds in the boys neck and more at his wrists where his hand entwined with hers. “Whoa!” she shrieked and yanked her hand out of his, stumbling back into the darkness’s edge. Julie caught the direction of Kate’s gaze and choked yanking her own hand back in fright.
“I’m Ryan, but they call me The Doll, The Eye or Boy. I don’t think I’ve ever heard them call me Ryan before, but you can.” His head tilted to the side as he reasoned out their fear. “Oh the bites, don’t worry, they only taste and it doesn’t hurt at all, honest!”
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If the girls should try to retreat through the darkness toward the entrance click HERE.
If the girls should continue into he hall with Ryan click HERE.
