Lucius Halloween Prank Final Episode

I have to admit, seein’ somebody sittin’ on a bed when that person ain’t there will send a chill up your spine, and mine was colder than a frozen water bucket. I asked Lukus his thoughts on the situation, but he didn’t have none. Both of us stood there still as posts and just as dumb.

“Excuse me,”

I looked over at Lukus, amazed at his gumption at addressin’ the ghost. We stood there, starin’ at that empty bed. The sound of water drippin’ off the house and trees outside was the only thing to break the silence. I didn’t know what that ole ghost wanted, but I decided it was time to head to the house. I walked over to open the door, but it still wouldn’t budge.

My patience had reached its end and I decided to try Lukus’ idea. I turned around to the specter and said, “Look here, you ole ghost, or whatever you are.” About that time, Lukus stepped up to me and tried to cover my mouth. I reckon my best friend knows when I’m about to make a fool of myself, but I wasn’t havin’ none of it. I pushed his hands away.

“What are you doin’, Lukus?”

“Don’t make him mad,” my buddy pleaded. Then he turned around and started apologizin’ to the mattress. He looked as silly as a dress on a pig, but there wasn’t nothin’ funny about that ghost. This needed to end now.

“Mad! You’re darn right, I’m angry. We weren’t doin’ no harm.”

On the off chance, our invisible host didn’t care for my pranks, I confessed every one. To add to our contrition Lukus apologize for our trespassin’. I reckon this spirit must have been a Yankee because our confessions only seem to make it angry, and the next thing I knew, old Lukus was pinned up against the wall.

I did what any good friend would do and told that old spook to let my friend down. Instead of him comin’ down, I watched Lukus get lifted higher towards the ceilin’, and he started gaspin’ for air.

Well, sir, that was about all I could stand. I couldn’t take a swing at the empty air, but I sure as heck to tear up his homestead a little bit more. I walked over to the bed and flipped the mattress to the floor. I decided to see how he liked havin’ his only decent bed tore up. Unfortunately, my little outburst didn’t improve our situation.

It dawned on me at this point that this fella wanted to be left alone, and maybe he assumed killin’ us would give him some peace. I tried the only argument that popped in my head.

“I ain’t afraid of you. Do you know what’s goin’ happen if you kill us? Darla, my wife, is goin’ to bring the Sheriff. They will be all over this house. After that, they’ll tear this place down. Ain’t anybody claimed it in years, and nobody wants a house where folks were murdered. Then where will you have to haunt? Now let Lukus down, unlock that door over yonder, and we’ll be on our way.”

My friend’s feet dropped to the ground, and the door flew open. We were both ready to get on out of there, but I needed my tools and toys. Evidently, our transparent friend was in no mood for any more hospitality. All the doors in the house shut at once, except for ours. I have to admit, Lukus and I might have jumped into one another’s arms at the sudden noise.

Lukus reminded me we were trespassin’, and I had to admit that he was right. Defeated, we headed our way downstairs and out the open door. Once we got out in the yard, the rain-washed air filled our lungs, and my mind began to clear.

I looked over to my friend, “Do you reckon we just imagined all that? After all, it was an old and spooky house. Perhaps the mold, dust, mouse droppin’s and who knows what else caused our minds to play tricks on us.”

Just about the time, I was goin’ to suggest retrievin’ my tools again, the front door slammed shut.

Lukus looked over at me, “Nope.”

We headed on over to my pickup and high tailed it home. Given the evenin’s events, I decided not to buy that farmland after all. I figure if that spook is that selfish about his house, just think how uppity he’d get if I start plowin’ his land and harvestin’ crops. I reckon some places should just be left alone.


Lucius Halloween Prank Episode 4

Listen to the bumps in the night.

The storm was still a wailin’ when I heard Lukus bang on the kitchen door downstairs. I reckoned he was feelin’ a mite panicked, or he would have remembered that broken window. I slid across my song selection on my phone and started playin’ “Staying Alive.” I hoped that would put him in a proper panic.

It wasn’t but a few moments before I heard him bangin’ on the front door tryin’ to get it open. This here storm must have plumb swollen up every doorway in the place. I wondered how much beatin’ and a bangin’ I was going to have to do to get out of my fortress of solitude.

The sound of boots got my butt cheeks tightenin’ up until I realized it was the sound of Lukus determined feet ascendin’ the staircase. I couldn’t tell if he was that angry, or if it was merely a sign of false bravado. One thing was for sure, I was not about to confront my best friend until he had a chance to cool down.

I shut down my gadgets, stood up, and stretched. About that time, old Lukus started beatin’ at my door and callin’ me out. I held my breath. I had no idea how he found me that fast, but I knew if I responded, I’d be in a heap of trouble for sure.

The storm had settled down, and the trailin’ rain ebbed as the storm front continued on its way. I could hear Lukus’ feet creakin’ on the old floorboards. I debated with myself about capitulatin’. After all, if I stopped now, we could both be in our warm beds in an hour or so if I could talk him into helpin’ me with my equipment.

An icy breeze blew across my body, and the thought of my warm bed was becomin’ more appealin’. The smell of a dead animal blew past the front of me, and I was just about to give in to givin’ up when I heard Lukus take a few steps. I reckoned he changed his mind concernin’ whatever plan he had because I listened to his voice prayin’ to the Almighty right outside my door.

My poor buddy must have been real spooked as I ain’t heard him raise his voice towards the heavens like that since the time we were kids and got caught tryin’ to tie two cats’ tails together. Lawd of mercy, he sounded desperate, and my heart started feelin’ heavy for pushin’ my friend so far to the edge. I had no idea he’d scare that easy.

I was just about to take a step towards the door when I heard Lukus step away. I debated with myself about what I should do. After a little talk with the Almighty, I had to admit I had more than paid my friend back for the terror of our fishing trip. After all, alligators are one thing, spooks and specters are somethin’ else.

I quietly slid the bolt back on the door, held my breath, and prayed that the old door would open for me. To my surprise, it opened without so much as a squeak and squeal from the old hinges. I could hear my buddy in the bedroom across from me. I kept my flashlight off and snuck over.

Walkin’ inside, I was blinded for a moment by his flashlight. As my eyes adjusted to the dark, I could see Lukus cowerin’ in the corner of the room. I walked over, squeezed his shoulders, and said, “You have to be the dumbest friend I got.”

“Lucius, you old hillbilly.”

I laughed, and Lukus spit on the floor. After a few disagreeable moments, we both stopped talkin’. The distinct sound of footsteps comin’ towards the door, and a shadow glidin’ into the room caught our attention. Lukus turned his flashlight towards the bed, and I snapped mine on and pointed in the same direction. To our surprise, there was a new distinct impression in the mattress.

“Lucius, are you seeing this?” whispered Lukus.

I slowly nodded my head, “I am. Perhaps I was wrong about this place.”

I moved closer to Lukus, and we huddled together like a couple of brothers on a cold January night.