The Haunted Candy Shoppe

Chapter 4-Sour then Sweet

That night, while I was trying to get ready for bed, my mom decided that she wanted to hear about my day. It's like she woke up that morning and said "I'm going care about how school went today!" I swear, parents are annoying.

I was brushing my teeth when my mom proofed into existence right next to me. In other words, she came out of nowhere. She leaned against the doorframe and startled me with the question "how was your day today at school" which caused me to choke on my toothpaste.

I decided that I should definitely not tell her about the whole...gummy bear incident. If I tried, I'd probably end up in a mental institution. And plus, I'd rather try and forget. So, after hacking up some more toothpaste, I replied with a simple thumbs up.

"Well, what did you do today?"

That's something that I don't appreciate. When the child is dying of toothpaste ingestion and the parents are still trying to interrogate them instead of calling an ambulance. I think this experience was more traumatic than getting bit by a gummy bear.

While still trying not to die of toothpaste poisoning, I replied, "Stuff."

That didn't really seem to satisfy her. I held my breath until she just nodded her head and left. I melted into a sigh of relief and took a celebratory swig of my mouthwash.

"I'm going to milk those details out of you tomorrow, Alex!"

The shock caused me to spray the mirror with mouthwash. Dang it!

I wiped down the mirror and went to my room. I was bored. I wasn't tired, so I read a book and played some games on my phone. After a while I just stared at the ceiling. I must have fallen asleep because I was awoken by the sound of drawers being opened in the kitchen.

At first I just dismissed it as my imagination. But it persisted. I then assumed that someone had broken in. I grabbed my phone and my book and made my way downstairs. I stood with my back against the wall, spy style.

I peeked around the corner and saw something ultra weird. An oversized yellow sour patch kid. I then saw a red sour patch kid open a cabinet and try to fit in it. During the process, a plate fell out of the cabinet and shattered on the floor. A green sour patch kid went in and seemed to inspect the damage.

Then all three of the sour patch children looked at me. The green one grabbed a piece of shattered plate and started marching in my direction. The yellow one seemed to crack its knuckles. The red one had a little bit of trouble getting out of the cabinet, but it did and it started prowling towards me like it's buddies.

"Back off!" I squeaked. Well, so much for sounding intimidating.

I turned on the flashlight on my phone and shone it at the sour patch kids. They all shied away from the light which gave me the upper hand. I stuck my phone in my tank top strap and held my book with both hands. As I rose it to swing, I heard a high pitched scream that I assumed was the sour patch kid.

I then swung the book with all of my might.

When I looked with my flashlight, sour patch kids were all unconscious. I ran upstairs to drop off my book and to get a dust pan. I figured that if I left the kitchen like that, then I would never hear the end of the interrogation. I found the dust pan and quickly ran back down to the kitchen to clean up.

When I got there, everything was gone. The sour patch kids and the shattered plates all had disappeared. The whole kitchen looked immaculate compared to how it was when I left. How is this possible? I thought to myself. I looked around with the dust pan at the ready, just in case they children were hiding somewhere. Nothing.

I was honestly fairly happy that the sour patch kids cleaned everything up. You know what they say. Sour, sweet, gone.