The Key 2013 issue | Page 12

"Gargoyle"

By Lyric Vinson

The sign read “Do not enter!” I looked beyond the sign, and beyond the vast lawn full of gnomes and vintage stone figures. I saw a house; a rather creepy house at that, but nevertheless, a house. On the front porch, stood what seemed to be a gargoyle. It sat there still and dormant, but it had an aura that I couldn’t place my finger on. That I shouldn’t be able to place my finger on, considering it was a piece of stone. It resembled a large dog; may I add with an obscene need for grooming. I looked down at my three year old sister. We were supposed to be trick-or-treating. We heard a noise and curious cat wanted to check it out.

“Come on Brianna,” I said. I took her hand, and took the first step onto the lawn. Brianna was just two steps behind me. I felt a strong shiver go up my spine. From the look of my sister’s face, so did she.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the door to the creepy house was opening by the inch. They say your brain can tell what happens three seconds before it happens, but I never would have seen this coming. Meanwhile, my sister had ran away, and was nearing the porch.

“Brianna, no!” I screamed, but it was too late. The door swung open fully, and somebody stepped out. As I rushed to my sister’s aid, I hoped that this was the best Halloween prank ever, and that that was a heck of a good costume.