As a few of you know, I went to Horse Camp this January. When I signed up, I was super excited, but at one point, our leader took us aside to lay down some rules. Most of them were pretty boring, but one of them was a little weird. Rule No.187: You must never go into the room upstairs. Okay, a lot weird.
As I lay in bed that night, I had a creepy dream. I don’t even remember what happened in it, but I just remember something about that room. From the moment I got up in the morning to the moment I went to bed, I was so busy that I didn’t even have time to think about my dream. It was only as I closed my eyes that I remembered.
Well, I just couldn’t sleep after that, though you have no idea how I tried. If only there were some way of getting it out of my head. I thought. Suddenly, I sat up straight in bed. Of course! How could I have been so DUMB? There was only one way of doing it: I had to explore the room. As I got dressed I mentally kicked myself repeatedly.
I tip-toed over to the door. I slowly turned the handle and slipped out of the room. I slunk down the hallway, and silently crept up the stairs. I reached the door. I soundlessly turned the handle. It was locked. I was starting to get frustrated. I backed up a bit, and took a running jump. I slammed into the door with a loud BANG. “COME ON, YOU STUPID DOOR!!!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. Sure enough, it swung open, and I’m pretty sure that that door never closed properly after that moment. Satisfied, I sneaked inside. Nailed it. I thought with a smirk.
There was no light switch. No light switch! I thought indignantly. What idiot would have a room without lights? Not very bright. I cringed when I realized that I had absentmindedly said the kind of pun my dad would make. I looked into the room. It was a fairly standard bedroom, though I could tell by the musty smell emerging from it that no one had cleaned it in months. There was a bed, dresser, map, a pile of books that had never been dusted, a skylight, and, of course, a bed.
But it wasn’t the bed that interested me, but what was on it. A cat, small and black, was curled up on the bed. Its marvellously creepy orange eyes seemed to stare into my soul. Orange. Interesting. Oh well, I’m not a cat expert so I suppose I can’t judge.
I slowly walked towards it and, being the twat that I was, resolved to pat it. I leaned over and stretched out my hand towards it. When my fingers felt the soft fur, my heart skipped at least two beats, and I jumped up suddenly. Something was wrong, very wrong. To be precise, two things. The fur that I touched was cold, and it wasn’t breathing.
Now that I thought about it, I hadn’t seen it move since I walked in. Surely…surely it’s alive? Had this cat died in its sleep? So many thoughts different and far more peculiar than this one were rushing through my head right then, until…LIGHT BULB!!! Of course! This cat was a fake. For the second time that night I mentally kicked myself repeatedly. I guess I’m more of a day kind of person.
It was then that I lost it. I’d come all this way for NOTHING? I threw a massive hissy-fit and started punching the ‘cat’. I suppose it was a little childish, but right at that minute I didn’t care about dignity. I’d gone to all that trouble, silently creeping up there like a mouse, and what do I find? Some stupid old dusty bedroom and a phony cat? Seriously!!!
I was so mad I started to do much worse things that I would never do to a real cat. I kicked it and clobbered it, but then I stopped. Those eyes. Gleaming at me as though mocking my foolish (and somewhat embarrassing, as I lately recall) outburst. How dare this cat make fun of me? I grinned and stuck my fingers into those deep, orange eyes, only to draw them back out with horror.
The mouth, which until now had been closed, was beginning to open. Hesitantly, I looked inside the small opening. There was a small, red button where the tongue would ordinarily be. Slowly, I put my finger into the mouth and pressed the button. Suddenly, the entire bed lifted up on hinges to reveal a spiral staircase going down into the dark shadows below. I, being the twat I was, decided to go down.
I carefully tiptoed down the old staircase. Down and down and down I went until at last I came to a doorway. In excitement I tried the handle. It was locked. I looked down, and saw a welcome mat. Logically, I thought, Logically, there’d be a key underneath that. I bent over, and lifted up the mat. Sure enough, there was the key. I remembered the notepad I’d left in my pocket. Grinning, I scribbled a note, tore it off, and placed it under the mat.
Thanks for the key, Suckers!!!
I grabbed the key, straightened up, placed the key in the lock, turned it, and pulled it out in satisfaction. I opened the door, and crept in. My heart was beating so loudly I thought my eardrums would burst. Inside, there was a rubbish bin. I looked in, and almost fainted when I saw what was there.
It was……………………………….. A BANANA PEEL.