By Stephanie Evans (Sun Valley High School)
I was walking down a rocky dirt path through the woods. I’ve known about these woods for a while and I needed a breath of fresh air, away from people. My thin red hair was blowing in the wind as a cool breeze hit me in the face. I was wearing a black and red zip-up jacket and dark skinny jeans hugged my hips. As I looked down, grass was tickling my black boots. Suddenly, I heard a faint voice. I walked down the path a little further and I noticed a door and heard the voice again.
What lies beneath?
Normally, I would’ve ignored this, but I wanted to investigate.
The door was wooden with a handle attached to it. I took a deep breath and I gained the strength to grip the handle and open the door a crack. It was dark, but I could see furniture. It was very small, as if elves lived here. The voice stopped as I opened the door and I felt like I was intruding someone’s house.
I stepped down onto the light blue carpet and saw a tiny couch, a tiny television, a little kitchen, and two doors that possibly led to a bathroom and a bedroom. The two doors were smaller than regular doors and when I walked a few steps, the floor creaked under me. I peered down the hallway only to notice the bedroom door, which was the farthest from me, slowly started to open. I backed up so I didn’t startle the person, if it even was a person.
I started to bite my lip and watched a small lady walk past me. She jumped a little and let out a scream. I know I shouldn’t be here right now. What am I doing? She had short purple hair that was tucked behind her pointy elf ears.
“I’m sorry for scaring you. My name’s Vanessa,” I said, my voice shaking.
“Well my dear, you sure did get me good. I am Trinity and who taught you to barge into a stranger’s house?”
“No one. I am terribly sorry,” I blurted out.
“Well in that case, would you like some tea?” Trinity asked.
I couldn’t get over how small the house was and I kept looking around.
“No, but thanks anyway. May I ask you something?”
“Sure! What can I do for you?” Trinity questioned.
“When I was at the end of the path, I heard someone talking and it was coming from your house. Was that, by any chance, you?”
“No, it wasn’t. It was Robert, my poltergeist. He is very friendly and I just have to accept him.”
“Oh. He doesn’t bother you?” I asked.
“No, I’m used to him. He isn’t harmful. He just likes to stay here and trick me sometimes.”
“Oh, well I better be going. I’m sorry again for frightening you.”
“Are you sure your leaving so soon?”
“Yeah, I better. Thanks for the little chat.”
I started to turn around to leave when I saw a purple magic beam come out of Trinity’s finger and lock the door.
A magic Elf?
She seemed so nice for the few minutes that I talked to her. I guess it was just a trick, like Robert.
“What is going on?” I questioned in shock.
“I’m sorry, but that’s what you get when you enter my house without permission,” said Trinity with an evil grin.
I once read in a book that when the clock hits eight at night, elves suddenly go extremely mad. I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket and looked at the time. It read eight PM. Her eyes were red and she had the scariest look I’d ever seen on someone before. I thought that just maybe the magic was just making me think the door was locked. I quickly ran to the door and tried opening it. It was bolted shut.
“Can you please just let me go?”
“Yeah, when pigs fly,” she said sarcastically.
Coming into the woods to “investigate” was a terrible idea. I realized how much I missed my annoying siblings and parents. I tried to think of something to distract her while I call home. I just need to get out of her sight so I can call for help. She went into the kitchen and I crawled into the tiny bathroom door. I locked it and I was squished, but it was better than being with an evil Elf. I dialed my house phone and it rang. Thank gosh, my mom picked up on the first ring.
“Hey. Where are you?” My mom asked.
“It’s a long story. I am in an Elf’s house in the woods,” I whispered.
“Real funny. Seriously, where are you?”
“Mom, I’m being totally honest right now. I’m in the woods a couple streets behind ours. An evil Elf with purple hair locked me in her tiny house. Bring something to knock the door down!”
“Alright. Your father and I will come looking for you!”
I hung up the phone and put it back into my jacket pocket. I know for a fact my parents won’t be here a while. I unlocked the bathroom door and crawled out. Thankfully, she was still in the kitchen fixing herself a cup of tea. I quietly walked fast to the couch and took a seat.
She told me she would be right back; she just needed to go to her room for something. I heard people in the woods and I hoped it was my parents coming for me. Suddenly, a chainsaw started up and I was frightened!
Do we own a chain-saw?
Next thing I know, I hear Trinity bolt out of her bedroom and into the living room. The chainsaw cut a circular hole in the wooden door, big enough for me to escape out of. My dad’s head popped into the hole and I was so happy to see him. Trinity just stood there, amazed at what she saw. She was terrified of chainsaws, maybe because she doesn’t know what they were.
“Dad!” I shouted.
I never saw my dad so protective of me and kicked Trinity so hard that she turned to dust. She remained in a pile of pink glitter on the carpet. My parents and I escaped and I got the whole speech about how I’m not allowed to be alone for a long time. Whatever!