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There's a house on the end of Cabbage Drive; it's actually the very last house. I always thought there was something odd about it...maybe it was the old-fashioned look, because it stood out against all the other modern styled homes on the street. It just felt eerie. Sometimes there isn't a good reason why something feels a certain way- it's just intuition.
I should have listened to my gut, but I didn't. My twelve-year-old pride and hormones made me act pretty foolish when I thought breaking into the backyard to steal a garden gnome would impress Emmy Bartway. She was all I could think about back then, which was weird because I had never thought about a girl before. Until Emmy.
By sunset I figured the old lady who lived there would be asleep. I snuck around the side of the house, my chest beating wild. It was exciting and scary, all at once. Nobody knew the name of the lady who lived there, but everyone suspected she was a witch. Her silver hair was always slicked back in a tight bun at the base of her neck, and she only wore floral patterned dresses that looked like they were from pioneer days. She gardened all the time, and we could always hear her talking to herself at the same time. "Here comes a candle, to light you to bed. Here comes a chopper, to chop off your head." The old lady mumbled the most disturbing things.
As I crept through the garden, which I thought was deserted, I looked for the perfect prize. There was a plump gnome that was holding a lantern; that was the one I wanted. I got closer to it, being careful not to make any loud noises by stepping on corn stalks or pumpkin vines. And there, crouched in the back of the garden's shadows, was the old lady. I froze, my body and mind momentarily paralyzed. She was squatting there, holding a large kitchen knife. She just stared at me, and our eyes instantly locked. The lady was grinning, but not a cheerful smile. It was a creepy grin that made the hair stand up on my arms. "Trying to steal from my garden, for you there will be no pardon. Run, run away, 'fore my knife comes to play..."
I didn't stay to listen. I took off like lightning; imagining what her knife would feel like deep inside my flesh was great motivation. I tripped over nothing in my hurriedness, as cliché as that may be. I never looked behind me; I don't even know if she tried to follow me. In the moment, I couldn't have cared any less about impressing Emmy. My only thought was getting home, which I did. I climbed in my bedroom window and locked it, terrified of someone coming after me.
The next day I was suppose to meet up with Emmy, to give her the gnome. But I never saw her again. She had gone missing; the police were everywhere, interviewing everyone. No one ever heard from her again. Her family didn't know where she went, but the police figured someone had kidnapped her. I still have guilt inside of me...part of me thinks the old witch lady on Cabbage Drive took her. This might be all because I tried to steal a stupid gnome.
I guess I'll never know.
(C) A.greenlaw 2014
I should have listened to my gut, but I didn't. My twelve-year-old pride and hormones made me act pretty foolish when I thought breaking into the backyard to steal a garden gnome would impress Emmy Bartway. She was all I could think about back then, which was weird because I had never thought about a girl before. Until Emmy.
By sunset I figured the old lady who lived there would be asleep. I snuck around the side of the house, my chest beating wild. It was exciting and scary, all at once. Nobody knew the name of the lady who lived there, but everyone suspected she was a witch. Her silver hair was always slicked back in a tight bun at the base of her neck, and she only wore floral patterned dresses that looked like they were from pioneer days. She gardened all the time, and we could always hear her talking to herself at the same time. "Here comes a candle, to light you to bed. Here comes a chopper, to chop off your head." The old lady mumbled the most disturbing things.
As I crept through the garden, which I thought was deserted, I looked for the perfect prize. There was a plump gnome that was holding a lantern; that was the one I wanted. I got closer to it, being careful not to make any loud noises by stepping on corn stalks or pumpkin vines. And there, crouched in the back of the garden's shadows, was the old lady. I froze, my body and mind momentarily paralyzed. She was squatting there, holding a large kitchen knife. She just stared at me, and our eyes instantly locked. The lady was grinning, but not a cheerful smile. It was a creepy grin that made the hair stand up on my arms. "Trying to steal from my garden, for you there will be no pardon. Run, run away, 'fore my knife comes to play..."
I didn't stay to listen. I took off like lightning; imagining what her knife would feel like deep inside my flesh was great motivation. I tripped over nothing in my hurriedness, as cliché as that may be. I never looked behind me; I don't even know if she tried to follow me. In the moment, I couldn't have cared any less about impressing Emmy. My only thought was getting home, which I did. I climbed in my bedroom window and locked it, terrified of someone coming after me.
The next day I was suppose to meet up with Emmy, to give her the gnome. But I never saw her again. She had gone missing; the police were everywhere, interviewing everyone. No one ever heard from her again. Her family didn't know where she went, but the police figured someone had kidnapped her. I still have guilt inside of me...part of me thinks the old witch lady on Cabbage Drive took her. This might be all because I tried to steal a stupid gnome.
I guess I'll never know.
(C) A.greenlaw 2014
Image size
5184x3456px 5.97 MB
Make
Canon
Model
Canon EOS REBEL T3i
Shutter Speed
1/99 second
Aperture
F/4.0
Focal Length
55 mm
ISO Speed
100
Date Taken
Aug 1, 2014, 7:55:45 PM
Lens
EF-S55-250mm f/4-5.6 IS II
Sensor Size
22mm
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