Casper's Treasure

Casper’s Treasure

A young boy is amazed at what he stumbles upon in the attic of an abandoned house. He creeps across the creaking floor to the object of focus. It is a fusty chest that sits, calling his name: Casper, Caaaasper, Casper. He blows the dust from across the top, which reveals a crescent emblem of the royal family. The emblem resembles that of the one in his mother’s stories. Running his hands over the emblem dreaming of what could be inside faeries, goblins, no… forget the faeries and goblins, dragons, Xenos, Leviathan and Collosae. “If only I had a way to open it”, he wishes, urging it to open. Angrily he kicks the chest “Open you lousy, good for nothin’, piece of rubbish”. He falls back onto his butt as his foot goes right through the chest. “What the…?” he mutters surprised, poking it with his toe. “How in the world-…” He was interrupted with his father’s voice in his head, nothing is as it seems. Out of the keyhole shines a light stronger than the sun, covering his eyes to block out some of the rays he scoots back against the wall, bumping into a shelf causing the contents to fall into his lap. He stares startled at what is there. It is a small, glowing blue stone that is shaped like the emblem. He lifts it up as if in a trance, sliding it into the keyhole. The stone instantly is sucked in and the chest clicks open. He opens it and looks in excited only to be disappointed. “It’s empty”, he whines “How could it be?” As he stares into the chest he feels something wet hit his shoulder, slithering down his arm into his hand. He slowly lifts his hand and stares in disgust at a foamy liquid substance there, black like ink. He turns to see nothing, until he hears a low rumble above he gapes up to see the most gruesome creature to ever live- frightening him right down to the bone. The creature encompassed the whole room, its fearsome face as big as him with six eyes that pierced through him. He falls back into the chest and it slammed shut.

Myranda Catalano

09/7/10

Author's Note

Not inspired from the friendly ghost or from Narnia stories....everyone seems to think that is where I took the name. (sigh). This is a Short Story...still deciding if it will be something more.