This post is a part of the Flash fiction chain by shaitaan! 😀 😛
You can find it here at – http://trablogger.wordpress.com/2015/01/01/flash-fiction-chain-4/
Character List :
Maggy-19 year old Granddaughter of the Owner of the House
Grandpa- Owner of the House (Who Is Missing)
Nita (new character)
The links to the previous parts of the story are-
Part 8 –
Maggy looked at her grandfather transfixed for a minute and then shuttling her gaze between a young bejeweled version and her grandfather, the one who was warm and cared for her, she lay confused, dumbstruck. What on Earth was happening!? She wanted to shout and scream for answers, wanted to bolt right into the arms of her grandfather but looking at him growl at Steve made her skin crawl.
“Let us try to talk to her peacefully, this wasn’t in the plan”, Rob cautioned Steve.
“Isn’t there one thing that you guys can do? What am I paying you for?” Frank snarled and growled at Steve and Rob.
Maggy couldn’t fathom what had happened to her grandfather, who was this demon in his place? Not once ever did her grandfather talk rude to anyone! He couldn’t even hurt a fly!
“Let me handle it from here”, Frank declared and instructed Steve and Rob to leave.
Honestly for the first time ever Maggy felt that the presence of Steve and Rob who though had backstabbed her, would be comforting. Rob peeked a glance at her before he left, his eyes sorry. She wanted to plead and beg to not be left alone with a bejeweled man and a man who looked like her grandfather.
Frank pulled a chair that lie on one corner of the room and put it next to where Maggy lay.
“Hey sweetheart!” he cooed, making himself comfortable on the chair and traced her jaw, brushing aside the stray strand of hair that managed to free itself from her braid.
“Now, I know you have questions but you have to be patient. Are you not happy looking at your grandpapa? Do you remember at how everyone in the town had thought that I was a mad scientist because I spoke about reversing age, of becoming young again, of never facing the perils of old age. Well you see, I have achieved it! Though it wouldn’t be possible without a bit of witch-craft!” he told gleefully, rubbing his palms together.
Maggy could see a glint in his eyes, his smile laced with evil, there was something almost maddening about him. Her mind raced to all the times that the people of the town called him mad, that he was a rich man who had lost his marbles. For most of his life, her grandfather remains imprisoned in this massive house, disappearing for long hours in his vast property.
Suddenly the bejeweled man stirred, like he was coming back to life.
Maggy’s scream died in her throat.
“Grandpa”, she barely managed to squeak, paralyzed with fear, she kept silently praying that this would turn out to be just a bad dream.
“Oh! Don’t you worry about him. You see sweetheart, I need someone to offer themselves up for sacrifice, from the family. Won’t you do this little favor for your grandpa?” he asked her sweetly, like the times that he asked her for a kiss when he got her chocolates.
Petrified, Maggy could hear her heart beat in her ears and as the bejeweled man made his way to her, stretching out his hands, suddenly the entire world around her started spinning fast, her mind blanked out and all the sights around her blurred.
And a deafening silence descended.
“Then? What happened didi?” Faint and meek voices chirped in unison from under the blanket.
“Then, nothing happened. It is way past your bed time already. If you don’t wake up on time tomorrow for school then I will be scolded at for keeping you up. Now huddle close and go to sleep, or else Frank Uncle and the bejeweled man will come to get you. Hee ha ha ha”, Nita mimicked as she stretched out her hand to tickle her cousins.
Tucking her cousins into bed, she took a look at the photograph and let out a deep sigh. When did she grow up so big that she had to leave her family behind to cover stories about mysterious locations? A big fan of ghost stories and adventure tales, how she wished that something on the lines of the story she just narrated happened to her too.
She put the picture under her pillow and slept, lest she misses the train which was a ticket to the adventure that she had always waited for.