"Open your eyes and look at your cake, darling." Georgie gently opened his eyes and stared down at the cake before him. Etched into the top were the numbers one and six. The rim was an array of oranges and blacks, Georgie's two favorite colors.
"It's beautiful, mom." He closed his eyes and blew out the candles. The wish he'd made was the same one he had been making since he was six. All he'd wanted was for the tree house to stay far away from him.
"Happy birthday, honey." His mother beamed at him. Georgie stood, kissed his mother's cheek and headed for the back door. Once outside he noticed a large, house shaped silhouette in the tree. His breath caught in his throat as he cautiously walked toward it.
He climbed the ladder, recalling his first encounter with the horrid house. Once inside, he pulled his phone from his pocket and shined it straight at the corner. Sure enough, there sat the same creature from ten years before. The things shifted its body away from the glow of the light. Instead of crying, the hunchback creature was whispering something almost inaudible.
"Think, Georgie, think." it rasped out. Suddenly it lifted it's head, looking directly at the wall and let out a bloodcurdling scream. Just as before, Georgie darted down the ladder and into the house. He ignored his mother and the pile of presents she had before her. He ran up the stairs and cocooned himself in bed. Georgie shut his eyes and prayed for a night of sleep without nightmares.
YOU ARE READING
The Tree House
Mystery / ThrillerThis is the story of 6 year old Georgie. One day he finds a strange tree house in his back yard, what he finds inside terrifies him and haunts him for the rest of his life.
