The First Book of Boogedy - Chapter Four

Show Notes

In this, the fourth chapter of, THE FIRST BOOK OF BOOGEDY, our hero, SAM is chased by three VERY horrible boys and comes across a place and house unlike any he has ever seen. What secrets does the house hold and will SAM survive to tell about it?

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So, on that bright summer afteroon, with the school bell signalling the end of the day, Sam left the school grounds to find Lucas, Jimmy Nuggets and The Bear waiting for him.
“You ready to get hurt, little man?” Lucas asked.
“Ummmm, no actually.” Sam replied checking his wrist for a watch that wasn’t there. “ Could we possibly do it another time? Are you guys busy in the year three thousand, perhaps?”
“No, we can’t.” Said Jimmy Nuggets. “I’ve got to be home in half an hour for me tea.”
“Right, right, well no problem then.” Sam said, slowly starting to walk past the three thugs. “You get your people to contact my people and we’ll arrange a thing, a lunch or a brunch or something…”
“You ain’t going nowhere.” Lucas snapped, stepping in front of Sam. “This happens here and this happens now.”
Sam swallowed what felt like a grapefruit and sweat poured like a torrent of fear down his face.
“Sorry lads,” He replied. “But I’m quite allergic to getting the snot beaten out of me.”
And with that, Sam swung his bag. Within the bag was a number of items; a collection of failed paper aeroplanes, a half eaten banana, a fidget spinner from five years ago… But most importantly, there was also a large, hard covered text book. It was this text book that connected with Lucas Wilson’s nose and it was this very same book which sent him flying through the air with an almighty OOF sound.
Sam did not wait to see how Lucas might have landed and seizing the opportunity, he spun on his heels and ran.
He bolted across the busy road out the front of the school, ignoring the beeps and shouts from irate parents in their cars and leapt across the wall which led into the park opposite.
He flipped his bag onto his back, his arms through the loops in one agile motion and felt a wave of gratitude for its contents; who’d have thought that a maths book could come in so handy? But this gratitude quickly faded as behind him, Sam heard the familiar shouts and grunts of his pursuers.
He looked briefly over his shoulder and seeing Lucas charging after him, a trail of blood running from his nose, Jimmy Nuggets and The Bear wheezing and struggling at his back, Sam decided he wouldn’t look anymore.
He ran for what seemed like forever, out of the playground and over fences, through fields and abandoned lots, across the creek that marked the towns border, even out past the old junkyard that many of the kids said was haunted. The whole time, Lucas and his thugs stayed in pursuit and just when Sam felt sure that he would have to stop through fear of his lungs exploding, he found himself somewhere completely unfamiliar.
Pushing through a line of trees which seemed to rise up out of nowhere before him, he found himself in a clearing. The line of trees circled all around it in a perfect circle and in its centre there stood a house.
This house looked like a model, as if it had been carefully crafted out of matchsticks but this model stood as large as a three story house. The exterior was white with a black roof above it and each of the roof tiles were edged in white. Upon its front, where the grass met the wall there was a red door and a large window hung upon each side of it. Sam ran over to one of them and tried to peek in.
“Uh, excuse me?” He shouted politely. “I’m terribly sorry to disturb you, but I was wondering if you could, um, assist me in not getting murdered!”
Sam could not see through the windows at all, only darkness seeming to lie on the other side and when he attempted to knock on the glass, he was shocked to find that it was not a window at all, but had simply been painted on to the front of the house. Then Sam heard the rustle of the trees at the exact same spot that he had entered and knowing that Lucas and the goons were about to come crashing into the clearing, he ran to the front door.
“Oh please!” He pleaded, banging on the door. “If anyone is home I would be most grateful if you could take a short moment out of your day to possibly save my life!”
But, of course, Sam realised that it was pointless, as the door too was simply painted on. He turned and placed his back against the front of the house as the trees parted across the clearing and the three boys entered. Lucas wiped his nose with the back of his hand and looked at the blood upon it before licking it with an evil grin.
“Oh gosh.” Sam whimpered to himself. “That’s rather unsettling.”
He watched as step by deliberate step, they walked across the grass towards him, each laughing to themselves and cracking their knuckles s they did so. Sam was not a religious person but he quietly prayed to anyone that might be listening; God. Buddha. Wonder Woman. Mister Atkins the Woodwork Teacher. Anyone really, but no one answered and just as Sam was sure that all was lost, the strangest thing happened.
The door opened.
It flew open behind him and before he could even catch his breath, he fell backwards into the building and immediately after he did so, the door slammed shut again, leaving Lucas and his goons outside.
Furious, they ran to where the door was, but when they tried to grab the handle to open it, they were alarmed to find that there was nothing there; it was just a painting. Jimmy Nuggets let go a little whimper and Orson, The Bear scratched his thin hair with his thick fingers and made a little groaning sound. Lucas just seethed, like a cartoon bull snorting steam out of its nostrils. He kicked at the door, hard.
“I don’t know what games you’re playing, but this is not over!” He shouted, before turning and angrily stomping back across the clearing. “Not over by a long shot.”
And with that, the three bullies left through the trees, the way they had entered, while the house made of matchsticks stood, as still and as quiet as the grave.