Friday, 14 March 2014

Choose Your Own Story - Tony the Phony

Today’s post is part of a Choose Your Own Adventure Story written and hosted by T. Isenhoff and M. Isenhoff on their Storyboys blog. T. is in 3rd grade, and M. is in 6th grade. This story was their winter homeschool project. Travel over to their blog to start at the beginning. Have fun!

Tony the Phony and the Cursed Mansion

Tony met Ed’s eyes and nodded toward the door. Ed took his meaning. He held up his hands. “My lips are sealed.” Then both boys blasted their lights in Meatloaf’s eyes.

Meatloaf shrieked and let go of Ed.
The two boys raced for the door. “Locked!” Tony yelled.
“I’m gunna kill you fools!” screamed Meatloaf, blindly waving his arms about.

“This way!” Ed called. Ed led Tony down a long hallway filled with doors. “Start trying knobs!”

“This one’s locked!” Tony said.

“Same here!” said Ed.

They tried six doors with the same results. By then, Meatloaf had recovered some vision. He lumbered up the hallway screaming curses at them.

“One of these better open or we’re dead,” Ed muttered.

“Here!” Tony shouted. He flung open the door and they burst through it just ahead of the clutching hands of Meatloaf. They slammed the door shut and leaned against it. “That was close!” Tony whispered.

But Ed was squinting, looking around the room. “Um, where are we?” he asked.

The sun was shining brightly through clean windows. The room was beautifully decorated, with no dust, spider webs, or sheets. A teapot steamed on a side table with a plate of fresh cookies beside it. “What’s going on?” Tony asked.

They left the door and glanced out the window. “There is a horse and buggy out there,” Ed said in surprise. “And the place is so clean, like someone actually lives here.”

They peeked into another room. It was a bright, clean library with shelves and shelves of books. A man stood near the window reading from a leather-bound volume. He was dressed in funny clothes.

“Excuse me,” Tony said. “Who are you?”

The man looked up and laughed. “I’m Silas Walker, of course. And you must be the new settlers. Welcome to Centerville. I believe Mrs. Trumble has our tea ready in the next room.”

Tony and Ed frowned at each other as he led them back to the first room.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Mr. Walker said. “There are only two teacups. Mrs. Trumble,” he called and left the room.

“Let’s get out of here!” Ed said, and both boys rushed for the door they entered through. But when they opened it, all that met their eyes was the back wall of a dark coat closet.

The End