Simon and Garfunkel Oneshotbook

The heigh spell (Part 3)

Art's POV
Eddie went under Paul's bed and came back up with a black shiny box. The box really looked special and beautiful. But it was only a box. "Here it is." Eddie gave me this mysterious box. I wanted to open it, but it didn't work. "Eddie did Paul glued it together in?" "No, we never opened it. He just put paper in it." I tried again. "Can you help me with it?" I checked the sides. Nothing. There was nothing that could stop me from opening it. Ed hold the box and I pulled the top as much as I could. But it didn't open. The box was closed. "Okay, fine. Then we will break it." "NO!" "Why not?" "Because it could curse you." "Paul had gone crazy, Eddie! That is already the worst curse." I toke a scissiour and started to stab this shitty box. But it was not destroyable. I just glitched away on the hard material and nearly cut myself. Luckily I avoided that. I hopped on the bed and jumped down on the damp thing. I just stood on it. Hell, it was made out of cardboard, why was this more stabil than f*cking metal? I jumped more but nothing happened. "Okay, this is defiantly not a normal box." "What if we put another paper in it and we wish that Paul is normal again.", Ed suggested. "Great idea. Let's try this." I grabbed a piece of paper and write down 'I wish that I get my normal Paul Simon back.' I wanted to trough it in but Ed hold me back. "Hey, no! You forgot to write down, when you want this." "Thanks." 'I wish that I get my normal Paul Simon back immediately, now!" I wanted to push it in, but as I checked the box the slit was gone. "Ed, the slit is gone." "What? That's not possible. He was there just a second ago." We both check it. But the box was totally closed. I starred at Ed worried. Ed was just as frightened as I was. "And now?", he asked and was about to cry again. "Plan C. I will call your grandparents and you will just not talk to Paul. Stop him from getting even more tall and be patient. It is a wonder that he hadn't killed you that night. This Paul isn't your brother anymore." With that I grabbed the telephone of the Simons and called Paul's grandparents.

"Hello, this is Art Garfunkel. I'm a friend of Paul. You gave him a wish box on his birthday and now he has got... a little mad because of this. Could you might return the box?" "No, they said no return." "Where have you got it from?" "A record shop in Kew Gardens Hill. Near the library." "Okay. Thank you." I put the phone back and grabbed the box. "See you Ed. If Paul searches the box just stay near your parents. Okay. He can't hurt you in front of them." Ed nodded in fear and I just ran out. Hopefully this shop wasn't gone like the slit of the box.

As I arrived near the library, I looked around. Then I spotted a small building that catched my attention. It was a moody building. The architecture was the normal type of blockhouse. But the facade was yellow and flowers were painted on it. The store window was all in olive green and wooden tunes. Some records and books were advertised. It glittered and seemed magical somehow. Plants were hanging down from the ceiling and little stars and ominous bottles glittered in the plants. Over the store window there came a normal flat and on top of that there was a huge round window. You couldn't see what was behind the window, but it looked impressive. On the roof I spotted a litte garden, but I couldn't see much more. That was definitely the store. I immediately opened the door of the shop. I little bell rang as I entered. The smell of old books, records and flowers immediately surround me. Around me were bookshelves, records and on the right side there was a shelf with colourful stones. In one corner there was a cozy red leader chair with some record players. I went immediately to the counter, which was a dark brown wooden  table. Behind this there were stairs which leaded probably in the flat upstairs. "Hello.", a friendly young voice said from behind me. Frightened I jumped away a little.

It was a girl. She had brown long hair that were braided to one braid tail. Big Crystal blue eyes, some freckles in her face, round face, small, maybe even smaller than Paul usually was, orange T-shirt with the letters 'Oldschool' on it and a blue jeans. She was probably around my age. "I'm sorry. I didn't want to scar you. Emily Robinson my name. What can I do for you?" I still starred a little surprised at her. "Hi... I need to return this box. My friend got... he turned different because of it." I handed her the box. Emily nearly dropped it as she toke it. Suddenly she seemed scared. Emily went behind the counter and toke out some stuff to look at the box closer. I didn't know what it was, but it looked like colourful glasses. "Oh that's not good. A wish box." "Yeah, you sold it to Paul Simon's grandparents." "Paul Simon? So you are Art Garfunkel?" "Yes?", this girl was definitely crazy. But also my last hope. "And so we meet again. But you will never remember. What ever... That explained why we traveled to New York again... Anyways we haven't sold him that. This was probably the ratman again?" "The who?" "Not the who. That's a band. Not yet but later. Anyways the ratman is... a mad old wizard who can control rats... Long story. Anyways a old man sold it to him. Obviously. He just had to do this. I really hate him. Can't believe he just handed a teenager black magic. Especially Paul. Paul Simon. The one who should never even tough black magic." "What?" I had no idea what she was talking about. "Difficult. Had Paul put a wish in it?" "Yes, he wished to get taller." "Then he probably... wait..." She looked inside a huge old rusty book. "Ah, he had turned into a little softy who just cries the whole time and is frightened of everything?" "Not quit." "Oh, yeah right. The Paul Simon energy. Sorry I totally forgot his dominant dark magic energy...Here we go this is the right page...Oh, that's not really better. He is now a tall monster who started attacking anything that bothers him and is the most aggressive thing in the universe. Also he can't play any instrument and is not into music or you anymore." "Into me? You mean as friends?" "No, I mean as lo...Wait, no too early. Yes, as friend." Emily spoke very fast and it was nearly impossible to listen to hear. "Well..." "Well?", I asked worried. "I don't think my spells will help you."