I've put an Evil Spell on you all!

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Everyone that read the old man's posts thought that he had gone Mad. They became sure because every time they read a new post it was clear that he was very grim and maybe even sad. After each had read some of the words he wrote it became clearer and clearer the old man was not of sound mind. They were all very sure the old man was about to go insane as age turned him sour, or that it already had.

 

When they all began to think that by not appearing to visit his profile and study his word or posting to any of his posts he had started many began to believe old age had turned him in a madman, a monster, and they wanted never to read his words again.

 

The old man was sly, and had cast a spell a spell they all knew very well upon their minds.

As it began to work his mind could assert a lock on each and every one's heart who had ever looked upon any of the words he had written.

 

When they tired their heads would droop as the spell put each to sleep each night and their souls began to be drawn to and bound into a magic jar.

 

When the days of the school vacation were near they would fall asleep and one by one, one night. Later that night into their house would creep the old man's henchman to remove them, even older young men and women too who they stole from their lounge chairs and beds. So sound asleep were they, their souls to him to keep, they could be brought to his laboratory and set in chairs without waking them up.

 

Once they had read his words, although they never looked upon them again, or for days on end, the spell had already begun. No matter which post they read it was written in, in them all in secret code so their minds never suspected.

 

After all the children young and old were gathered up the old man prepared the final enchantment to move them so they all took part in restoring his old creaky heart to a new and better Evil young one.

 

After he was sure they were all in place he walked up to a chair and sat down. He counted heads to make sure he had enough.

"Abracabra Ala Ka Kasam", and with a wave of his right hand he woke them all up.

They all recognized the old man from the picture in his profile. All examined their places and wondered how they had gotten there.

 

One child had taken to his feet and was creeping toward a large rooms double doors while the others were beginning to rise from their seats.

 

The young boy of 12 grabbed the latch and quietly pressed down on the thumb catch release.

 

A whine began to rise in pitch as it filled the room they were all gathered in and echoed off the high walls and ceiling, "It's locked!"

 

A girl of 11 stared back at the old man, "What are going to do to us?!"

 

The old man's grin turned to a hideous smile, "I have discovered a formula that will give me back my youth. The only way it will work is if I get all of your little hearts and put them together in a bunch. While your attention was focused on my occasions to post it bound your minds to my more powerful Evil spell. It worked so I could bring you here on this eve. The eve when it will only work right. Lol...this night you will all be a part to assure I have regained my rights to enjoy life. Ha ha haa haaa! Yes that youth which you all have will be mine!

 

And it is all because your elders stole my innocents and my youth from me before I had enjoyed my own young life. For that they will wake up in the morning find that you have all been stolen from your bed and when they realize that you are gone a message they find will tell them your fate. I used you to make them pay!"

 

 

The room flooded with bright light. The light got so bright, but did not hurt their eyes, until the group could not see. Their tiny hearts began to beat faster. Then when their hearts felt like they were about to stop the lights returned to normal. They could see again.

 

When they looked where the old man had stood they saw the old man had sat down into the chair. His head tilted back over the back. He had a wild wide eyed glare in his eyes, and a long white beard, and all the hair on his head had gone white too. He was so still they all thought he had died of fright.

 

"Ha, ha, ha!" a child shouted out, "His plan failed. He's still an old man and we're all still alive and young!"

A 5 year old girl looked closer with a tear in her eye, "He looks dead!"

 

The mans face was definitely pale as a ghost. White with two cheeks as red as fresh cherries. His two eyes were all aglow and looked like white orbs whose centers were green rings around two blueberries. Everyone gathered in for a closer look. When the closest one heard him take a deep breath he leaned back, "I think he alive! I think he's come back!"

 

An older child thinking that an idea he had might help yelled, "RUN!"

 

The old white haired man raised his head and swiftly stood and with one eye he glared, "Got You!"

 

The children began to move but before they could they all froze in their tracks.

 

As he danced a jig he pointed to the back of the crowd, "Look there!" Their little heart frozen with fear after he spoke all they could do was watch as he somehow magically turned their heads and bodies about.

 

As they looked a tiny box on the floor began to glow. A small star rose up first and under it a tree emerged branch by branch. It grew up from the floor until its star on top suddenly stopped at the ceiling. All tiny silver bell hung down at the bottom branch. A little girl who eyed it ran up to it quicker before anyone else spied it. She took a hold and shook the bell. As its ring filled the room at the top of the tree a star appeared. A light popping sound began and popcorn kernels expanded and appeared on a long line of thin thread going a round and round until it reached the last branch near the bell. As it did it became clear the tree became covered with lights, silvery tinsel, and candy canes too. and when all the children's eyes look down at the bottom of the tree little winged elves waved their hands and magically there appeared present's galor.

 

"Ho, ho, ho! Merry Christmas! Ho, ho, hooo! Everyone knew that merry old gent who had pulled the wool over their eyes and turned to see he had gone in the twinkle of magic dust. As the bells on the reindeer harness jingled with their stride another voice many have come to know over the years cried out, "Merry Christmas EVERYONE!"

 

12 days twelve days to count your lucky stars that this old man was...only pulling your stockings open to fill those hanging from the fireplace with candy or chunk of coal...11 days until Christmas.

 

Ho ho ho Hoooo!

[TheCalliton]

so... much... text... brain shutting down... *flatline*

[BlueDanube]

i think some part of my brain got short circuit reading this @.o

 

have to start over again --" i still don't get it.

[Thor.]

I think thats the Whole point, he's a genius for making people think twice. You have to think twice before you actually get what he is actually saying.

 

He throws me off as well, spell indeed :teehee:

 

Great story :thumbsup:

 

I read it in its entirety :thumbsup:

 

Almost epic :biggrin:

 

As my sig reads :teehee:

Edited December 15, 2010 by Thor.

[AliasTheory]

I smiled at the end. Excellent and clever. I love the way your mind works.

 

Language I thought was fairly basic and approachable compared to some of the other stuff I see from you. Very nice indeed, and I suppose appropriate given the context. I think I'll read this again sometime.

Edited December 15, 2010 by AliasTheory

[Deleted54170User]

I thank you for your opinion's. And your individual expression's of your own impressions.

I hope my writing is never so mundane I put you to sleep, unless of course, that is my intention. :biggrin:

 

Good night.

[satanslilhelper]

Aww, how nice!

I was worried at first: Pagyfyr = evil? Surely not! (And I was hopeful that. at thirty-three, I would be too old for your youth-capturing spell.) But as soon as you mentioned the beard, I suspected. And now I feel infected with a youthful joy at the prospect of the impending festivities. So the spell was a great success, lol.

[ub3rman123]

Those kids were too young to be on the Nexus anyways. Serves 'em right.

[AliasTheory]

I was worried at first: Pagyfyr = evil? Surely not! ... But as soon as you mentioned the beard, I suspected.

Hah! That's exactly what I was thinking as I was reading too.

Edited December 15, 2010 by AliasTheory

[Deleted54170User]

so... much... text... brain shutting down... *flatline*

 

Ah! Rich TheCaliton! I knew only a short time. What a loss of many more years of verse I will never see typed here.

 

(Walks away with a bunch of flowers from the funeral to take to please a friend who like tulips.)

 

Oops slipped of the flip I had intended a little.

Rewrite: (Walks away with a bunch of flowers, from the scene off the stage at the television set at the fake funeral, to take to please a friend who does likes tulip's.)