Evil After High Chapter 1
It was just a normal day in the Gloom's Manor, situated in the ever so somber and sinister, Gloom's Grotto. Peaches was silently slumbering in her stable. Everything was quiet in the Grotto. "Speed it up Grimwold," a voice shouted through the grotto. Well… almost everything was quiet. In the house of the only citizens of the grotto, a young married couple was preparing for the dastardly schemes they had planned for the next few days.
Hildy and Grimwold Gloom were currently searching throughout the attic for a spell book that was necessary for their next scheme. Well, Grim was searching the attic; Hildy was standing at the bottom of the ladder to the attic offering "encouragement". "Grim, did you find it yet," she asked with a rather impatient attitude. "Not yet, my detestable darling", said Grim whilst he was looking through the many, many ,many boxes of memories and mementos, knickknacks and keepsakes, and other odds and ends they had both accumulated over the years.
"Well find it. Please Grimmy Whimmy," She stated in a sickeningly sweet voice. "Yes, my conniving cutie," he said blowing the dust off a box. After reading the label on the box, Grim shouted triumphantly, "found it, Hildy Wildy." "Excellent Grim, now bring it down but be careful, it's very delicate", said Hildy with caution. "My malevolent moonbeam", Grim replied as he was about to pick up the box, when all of the sudden he saw two spiders, one slowly that had been slowly descending from the ceiling and was now at this point dangling in Grim's face, another crawling from the side of the box.
Grim loudly yelped seeing the two arachnids growing ever closer in his personal space. He dropped the box and lost his balance, sliding backwards, teetering on the edge of the attics entrance. He tried to grab a hold of anything he could in order to prevent the foreboding fall. He managed to grab the handles of a small purple trunk and a navy trunk, wedged beneath two columns of trunks, three more trunks in each column stacked in a sort of inverted pyramid, each larger that the last, which stopped him from falling…momentarily. He exhaled a sigh of relief when stopped falling. Still holding on to the handle, he started to pull himself when he heard a loud creak.
When he looked up, he saw where the creak had originated from, he saw that the trunk had dislodged itself from beneath the trunk tower, causing to not only resume falling, but also causing the four trunks to fall along with him. "Hildy watch out," he yelped as he and the trunks fell.
Hildy, who at this point had started doing her nails, not hearing his first cry, looked up at his second cry. "What did you say, GriAhh," she said as the eight trunks and her husband fell on top of her. "Owww, that's gonna leave a mark. Hey Hildy, where did you go," he said slowly climbing off the large pile of luggage. All of a sudden he heard mumbles from underneath the trunks. A very angry but quite voice, said "Grim get me out from under these thing before I…" This was all he heard before he started unearthing his wife from the mountain of storage containers. He knew that when she took that tone to do two things, help her, FAST, and apologize swiftly.
"Hildy, I am so so sorry, there were spiders and I I…" Grim stuttered while he helped her off the floor. "Grim it's fine, I know it was an accident, I know how you get with spiders," she said eerily calm brushing the dust off herself, realizing what all fell on her. "Wow, it's been a while since I've seen her this calm," Grim thought, "I hope she's okay." "Hildy are you okay, you hit your head pretty hard, also it's kind of scaring me how calm you are right now."
"I'm fine Grim, a bit sore but fine. It just hit me what hit me," she said looking at the smallest trunks, one pinkish purple and one navy, both labeled Freshmen Memories. "Huh I was wondering where those went," said Grim amused and relieved that he figured out why she had been acting like that. "You know, the castle will be there tomorrow, up for a trip down memory lane, you know for old times' sake?" asked Grim secretly hoping he would have to go back up to the attic anytime soon.
"…You know what, sweet sorcerer, why not. We could use a break." She said.