The Phone Booth
Chapter 1
It was said that the fire was caused by the summer heat - but it might not be. The residents of the Lindon Town already had suspicions in their heart, but they did not voice them.
A few days ago, Mr. Merry's garden caught fire. It was also a home to three chickens. The neighborhood boys had been spreading a rumor that they started the fire for they wanted revenge. The town had celebrated last week the 'KFC Day' by having a great feast of chicken. But, of course, nobody but the boys believed the story.
The latest rumor by the boys (again) was that the fire was connected to the phone booth. It stood just beside the garden.
It seemed ridiculous and the residents who heard the story ignored it. But nor did they call it nonsense. They all knew there was something wrong with it. Something really dark.
It was a little red box with glass panes on its four sides. Its inside was always dark and shadowy. A grey phone clung onto its wall.
'It's definitely haunted!' they said. Whenever their friends or relatives visited them, they would make sure they never go near it, save using it.
'I've seen it with my own eyes!' Lee said to his friends. 'A white gaseous thing floating inside!'
They were having their usual meeting in a room of an abandoned old mansion. They sat close together in a circle, each sharing their stories.
'I've used the phone before!' the seven-year-old boy, Fred said. 'It was scary. I felt like being watched!"
'You sure?' Lee asked, appearing to be shocked. 'They said it was cursed and whoever who uses it will become an idiot!'
'I think you're the idiot, Lee,' James said grimly. 'it was made up to scare kids to go to bed early!"
'Go to bed early? It's more likely to drive them away from beds!" Lee was blushing from embarrassment.
'Whatever!' James replied.
They chatted about the phone booth for a hour and left.
The room was eerily quiet and empty.
'Creak...,' the wooden floor suddenly groaned.
'Oh my! We're out at last!' two men scrambled out of an opening in the floor. 'I thought we're going to stay in there to the end of time!'
'Blame it on you for not learning how to apparate, and causing me to suffer with you!' the other man said.
They were dressed in black classy cloaks. It was clear that they were wizards - Tom and Jamier.
Tom pulled out his wand and commanded, 'Rappear chairs!' Two wooden chairs popped out before them.
'Wooden chairs again!' Jamier grumbled. 'I'm going to get a backache if I keep sitting on this stones! I'm going to learn how to summon BIG and COMFY chairs --'
'-- and goes to 'Zacky's Gaming World' and forgets about everything, isn't it?' Tom heaved a sigh and sat. Jamier gave him an irritated glare and muttered something like 'stupid' and 'shut up'.
'The muggles have suspected our phone booth to be haunted,' said Tom. 'The mug policemen would examine it tommorow, I heard.' Jamier cocked an eyebrow and said:
'Don't worry, they won't find anything! Anyway, I would also give 'em a LITTLE surprise!'
*To be continued... *
Chapter 1
It was said that the fire was caused by the summer heat - but it might not be. The residents of the Lindon Town already had suspicions in their heart, but they did not voice them.
A few days ago, Mr. Merry's garden caught fire. It was also a home to three chickens. The neighborhood boys had been spreading a rumor that they started the fire for they wanted revenge. The town had celebrated last week the 'KFC Day' by having a great feast of chicken. But, of course, nobody but the boys believed the story.
The latest rumor by the boys (again) was that the fire was connected to the phone booth. It stood just beside the garden.
It seemed ridiculous and the residents who heard the story ignored it. But nor did they call it nonsense. They all knew there was something wrong with it. Something really dark.
It was a little red box with glass panes on its four sides. Its inside was always dark and shadowy. A grey phone clung onto its wall.
'It's definitely haunted!' they said. Whenever their friends or relatives visited them, they would make sure they never go near it, save using it.
'I've seen it with my own eyes!' Lee said to his friends. 'A white gaseous thing floating inside!'
They were having their usual meeting in a room of an abandoned old mansion. They sat close together in a circle, each sharing their stories.
'I've used the phone before!' the seven-year-old boy, Fred said. 'It was scary. I felt like being watched!"
'You sure?' Lee asked, appearing to be shocked. 'They said it was cursed and whoever who uses it will become an idiot!'
'I think you're the idiot, Lee,' James said grimly. 'it was made up to scare kids to go to bed early!"
'Go to bed early? It's more likely to drive them away from beds!" Lee was blushing from embarrassment.
'Whatever!' James replied.
They chatted about the phone booth for a hour and left.
The room was eerily quiet and empty.
'Creak...,' the wooden floor suddenly groaned.
'Oh my! We're out at last!' two men scrambled out of an opening in the floor. 'I thought we're going to stay in there to the end of time!'
'Blame it on you for not learning how to apparate, and causing me to suffer with you!' the other man said.
They were dressed in black classy cloaks. It was clear that they were wizards - Tom and Jamier.
Tom pulled out his wand and commanded, 'Rappear chairs!' Two wooden chairs popped out before them.
'Wooden chairs again!' Jamier grumbled. 'I'm going to get a backache if I keep sitting on this stones! I'm going to learn how to summon BIG and COMFY chairs --'
'-- and goes to 'Zacky's Gaming World' and forgets about everything, isn't it?' Tom heaved a sigh and sat. Jamier gave him an irritated glare and muttered something like 'stupid' and 'shut up'.
'The muggles have suspected our phone booth to be haunted,' said Tom. 'The mug policemen would examine it tommorow, I heard.' Jamier cocked an eyebrow and said:
'Don't worry, they won't find anything! Anyway, I would also give 'em a LITTLE surprise!'
*To be continued... *