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The Deal
The Bet (Andrés Treviño)
“Go in there, it will be funny!” said Dave as they walked down the sidewalk onto Kennedy street.
“Yeah Kev there is no harm its just a simple prank” added Mike
“I don’t know guys he might get all startled up and make a scene”
Dave stopped at the corner and walked toward the dashed pedestrian crossway, “I´m leaving, I knew you would chicken out Kevin you always do, don’t bet on a game that you can’t keep up with”
“Ok I will do it under one condition”
“What is that?” the other two guys questioned.
“If anything happens we all take the blame, I wont go down alone”
“Nothing will happen but okay we are all in this together”
Kevin was that sort of guy who got scared when watching horror films and screams like a little girl when he gets a jump scream. But this time he had to keep his word that if he lost the bet in the batting cages he would go into old Mr. Adolf´s creepy home and steal the collectable nights armor helmet that was standing in the living room right next to the old oak piano.
Kevin walked slowly towards the cracked green door as if he was walking into death row. He put his ear on the door to see if there was any sound coming from the inside, but it was so quiet that he figured no one would be home. “Old A-dolf must be out fetching some torture tools” he joked to himself.
The door was unlocked but as he pushed it in it creaked like if it was closed for over a century.
In the entryway everything was dark there was only a small candle lit under a huge painting of a young woman in a wedding dress.
Kevin walked slowly watching every step, trying to make as little noise as possible but the old swollen wood floor made it impossible.
As he walked into the living room he saw out the window and saw both Dave and Mike laughing their ass off and making fun of little Kevin.
As he approached the imposing armor, the ax on it’s hands looked much more sharper than it did form the outside. He reached for the helmet but it was too high. He fetched for the piano’s bench so that he could climb up and claim his punishment.
The helmet seemed to be stuck or glued together. Kevin moved it from side to side to see if it came loose the armor was making a significant amount of noise but he did not care, he just wanted to rip that helmet off and run out of that haunted house.
It finally came loose, Kevin could not have had more relief in his sweaty hands and forehead.
As he stepped off the bench and turn around, BOOM! A shot was fired by an old man standing right on the dark corridor.
BOOM another shot just missed Kevin’s head but ripped his ear off. He fell to his knees but when he saw the old man recharging the shotgun he rapidly jumped up and ran into the kitchen. There was no way out. He spotted a knife on the counter and hurried to grab it.
“Get out of my home!” a loud low voice exclaimed.
“It’s now or never Kevin, now or never!” Kevin nervously said to himself.
He ran into the living room saw a zombie like man in the middle of the room pointing right at him. BOOM another shot hit his left arm and with the right one he stabbed Mr. Adolf on the chest and ran for the door.
He was in tears as he went out the door. His friends were no were to be seen.
He ran home and told his parents everything that had happened.
On the way to the emergency room Kevin’s mother said, “But Kevin Mr. Adolf died last week, all of the neighbors went to his funeral”.
“He was there mom! I saw him! He shot me!”
After all the pellets were taken out of Kevin’s arm and his ear got stitched up, the police told him that his friends disappeared and that they couldn’t find them.
Kevin never saw his friends again.
