December 1978

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
Normal day in the life of a boy in 1978

Submitted: July 17, 2016

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The attic was open as it always was around Christmas. The Christmas decorations were being unloaded and set up around the house. Doing my fair share I carried boxes to downstairs helping Uncle Jeff out who always complained about the lack of help he received doing mundane tasks such as this one. I never really went in the attic, I was scared to be honest. But i felt better with Uncle Jeff there. He went on about how Christmas used to be about others now kids are just in it for themselves. His words were in one ear and out the other for the most part except one part that really made me think. He talked about how kids never adventure anymore and never experience the world and this made me wonder what I was doing. I spent hours everyday sitting reading my comics or watching TV. I thought that was the real world, but maybe there’s more to it than that. After my Mom, Jeff, aunt Sarah and I finished supper I went into the den and let the words Jeff said to me stew and it made me mad. What does he know he’s just a crazy old guy and trying to tick me off, I thought. But the longer I sat there the longer his words made me feel as if bugs were crawling under my skin. I was unable to sit there and do nothing I had this insane itch to experience something. The sun had gone down and Mom didn’t want me going out past dark, but I was feeling brave that night. I waited until Mom had went to bed or at least when I thought she did and I went over to my window. Reluctant and anxious to attempt to climb out and have an adventure I thought better of it and decided to stay inside. I went into bed flustered and disappointed I didn’t even know where to start to have this adventure. I sat in my bed and let my anger boil until a lightbulb went off. I would explore the attic that eluded me for my entire life. Instantly I was hit with a rush of terror, but I wouldn’t chicken out. I grabbed my flashlight and darted out of my room stealthily, yet quickly. I turned left around the corridor and there hung the wire that uncovered the staircase to the attic. I pulled the wire and to my surprise the staircase came down effortlessly. My heart was racing, but I wasn’t backing out. I walked up the staircase hesitantly not to make too much noise and because I was scared out of my mind. My pajama bottom became caught on the hinge of the staircase and ripped a hole in my pants. I knew my Mom would find out so I quickly fabricated a story to explain how my pants ripped and kept my mind set on the task. As I entered the attic I took a quick look to every corner to assure myself that there was nothing hiding up there. I walked over to a box to my left a peered inside and all i found were kitchen supplies. The next box to my right uncovered nothing but old baby toys that I was too old to play with. I began to lose hope after the third and fourth boxes revealed nothing of any interest to me. The next box i opened appeared to have a smaller metal box inside of it. Quickly I ripped the cardboard box open to reveal a safe, Bingo! The safe wouldn’t open though as it had an old lock on it. I tried tugging on it a few times to no prevail. I went over to another box digging searching for a key, but no luck. I felt dejected all the boxes were full of garbage this adventure was a complete failure. I sat up against the wall next to the safe and buried by head in my hands. I stayed there for a few minutes feeling sorry for myself, then decided it was time to go to bed. I walked over to the staircase only to discover it had been close. I thought someone probably closed it once they saw it was opened so i thought nothing of it. I pushed the stairs back down and climbed down. I walked back towards my room and swung open the door. What awaited me next I was not ready for. My entire room was full of strange equipment that looked alien to me. Strange super high tech monitors filled the room with strange symbols and numbers. Beakers and test tubes with red and green liquids filled a large table. Surgical supplies, rubber gloves, stacks of papers, lab coats and veils of liquid filled the room it looked like a laboratory. I opened my closet door to discover a staircase leading down so slowly I walked down trying to remain as quiet as possible my barefeet against the cold metal stairs sent chills up my spine. I nearly reached the bottom when I tripped and dropped my flashlight. I quickly scurried to pick it up and and looked to my left. This is a room I’ve never been in before and I don’t what’s going on. I thought maybe Uncle Jeff was playing a trick on me so I called out for someone. No answer. Out of the corner of my eye a dimly lit monitor read “12/18/2029 Project A-B-C Status: Online”. Fear rushed through my body I didn’t what was going on. As i turned to my right three massive test tubes sit and inside floating in some kind of fluid is my Mother, Uncle Jeff and Aunt Sarah. Lifeless they floated in their individual tubes and immense fear jolted through my body I knew they were dead and I was next. I scream and run out of this place back up the stairs to my “room” I run to the bathroom and slam the door behind me. I look into the mirror and an old man in a white lab coat and glasses is staring back with a horrified look on his face.
 


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