It was Friday, August 13. I rolled out of my lumpy bed, and walked to the mirror. I clearly wasn’t going to let some superstitious Holiday ruin my day. I smiled at myself. “ Hello, beautiful.” I thought as I combed my ratty hair and struggled into my itchy dress.
As I was going downstairs for breakfast, my mom stopped me. “ Good morning, Addison! “ I said good morning back. “ What’s up?” I asked. “ You know about Grandma Louis’s sprain, right?” I nodded worriedly. “ Well, turns out your Aunt couldn’t deliver those oatmeal raisin cookies to her, and I certainly can’t go, since I have a meeting at our house with the bookclub. I was hoping you could take them. After all, you are 12.” “ Ok, mom.” I said. “Good.” She handed me a large map of Oklahoma, and rushed off. “ Lois should be somewhere on West Huckleberry Lane,” She called over her shoulder. “and feel free to ask around for directions if you need them!” “ Love you, mom!” I called back as I rushed downstairs to enjoy some delicious blueberry pancakes.
Around Five O’clock I pulled on my plaid sweater, said goodbye to mom, and hurried off into the chilly evening. I hopped onto my bike, and put the cookies in the bike basket. I started off confidently, but as the cold evening got even colder, and it got darker, I had second thoughts.
“ Man,” I thought to myself. “ I’m like the present day Little Red Riding Hood.” I looked down at my red sweater. Eventually, I got lost. I got off my bike and studied the map, but in the dark evening, I could barely see a thing. I confused East Herod Way with my grandma’s street, and for the second time this evening, I rode off.
I looked around as I peddled, and things got stranger and stranger. The woods became darker and more ominous, and strange animals rustled around in the forest. Believe it or not, no matter how many times Grandma Louis visited, I’d never been to her house. I came to an abandoned-looking shack. “ Well, I guess this is grandma’s place.” I mumbled to myself as I shifted uneasily on my seat. As I squinted my eyes, I thought I could detect a a person moving around inside. “ Uh… this place gives me the creeps,” I thought. “ Well, I guess your house would look like that if you lived all alone in the forest…” I remembered the strange noises, and thought I’d better get inside.
I climbed up the creaky steps and knocked on the scratched wooden door. Nobody answered, so I opened it. The house was dark, and cats gently mewed from all directions. I slowly proceeded. The house seemed empty as I tiptoed down the hall, and it had an eerie red glow to it. Suddenly, from behind, a voice whispered a greeting. “Hello, dear” It said. The hairs on my neck stood straight up. I let out a shrill scream. The lights came on. A woman stood there, horrified, as her hair bristled with curling pins. “ Oh, sorry.” The woman murmured. “ I was expecting my daughter, but I guess she didn’t come tonight.” The woman looked sad. “ I’m sorry about that.” I sympathetically said. “ Why is your house so…“ I couldn’t finish the sentence for fear of hurting her feelings. “…creepy?” She finished. “ Oh, well, that red light you’re seeing is actually my nightlight. Red’s my favorite color, you know. You probably saw me moving around in here, since I was just about to go to bed when you came.” The woman explained. “ Sorry I disrupted you.” I replied. “ Oh, dear, you didn’t bother me one bit. I’m lonely, and that’s why I keep so many cats.”
The nice lady gave me the directions for Grandma Lois’s house over a cup of tea. Turns out, she and grandma were childhood friends. I got on my way, giving grandma the cookies and telling her hello for the sake of the nice lady, and now every Friday the 13th we visit the nice lady. I’d glad I got lost, because I made a nice new friend!
THE END