Hello internet! I haven’t posted in a while so to celebrate my homecoming to the world of blogging I thought I would share a little short story I wrote. The story behind this story is that I thought I had to write it for English when it turns out that I actually didn’t have to write it for another week. So here for your entertainment is the captivating tale of Phil the Carpenter.
Phil the Carpenter
It was a blustery evening as Phil the Carpenter walked home late from his store. In his determination to get home he didn’t feel the rain that fell, only the bitter cold that bit at his nose and fingers. When he finally reached his little cottage on the edge of town he was half frozen from the cold but glad to be home now. He had bought this house because it was farther from other people than his old house. He disliked having to deal with them because they were not as intelligent as him. It was just another evening for Phil alone with his thoughts and a mug of black coffee.
He was just thinking about his dreadful experience the other day when the librarian had yelled at him for knocking over the book cart, when a knock on the door roused him from his brooding thoughts. “What do you want!” he snapped but there was no reply. He waited for a second before dismissing it and retiring to his bed.
As soon as he laid his head on the pillow he fell into a nightmare. In his dream there was nothing, not light not sound not anything, but then there was something. A figure off in the distance was coming toward him, as it came closer he could see its face. This was no person, but a monster with blood and gnashing teeth. Somehow he knew, although he did not know how, that the monster was him. It was closer now, coming toward him like a steam engine he tried to run and scream, but he could neither move not make a sound. The monster was neared now and he was just about to become a midnight snack when he was woken up by a knock at the door. He got out of bed slowly, his old joints creaking like old floorboards, and hobbled over to the door. He opened it very slowly still paranoid from his dream only to find a small child on the other side. It was a boy no more than seven and he was shivering from the intense cold and rain. “What do you want!” he snapped at the small child. “Please sir I have no where to stay tonight” the child pleaded looking up at Phil through a mop of brown hair with bright blue eyes. “Go away!” screamed Phil and slammed the door. He turned around only to find the child sitting in his living room. The child said nothing but sat there, then slowly turned his head to face Phil. What Phil saw horrified him; it was the monster’s face from his dream. He opened the door and ran as fast as he could out into the stormy night. The monster followed him, and they ran through town. Phil’s lungs burned, but he ran on until he reached the ocean. It was usually calm but the storm had made it angry and it reached up at Phil with icy, wet claws. He turned only to see the monster running toward him. The last thing he knew in his life was the bite of the monster’s teeth and the awful stench of its breath. Then the sea sucked him in and trapped Phil in the dark depths of the ocean.
Not bad for me writing this in twenty minutes before school huh? Anyway thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed my spooky story of Phil the Carpenter.