Tapping in the Pitch Black Darkness
TAPPING IN THE PITCH BLACK DARKNESS
by Savannah Ellis
One fall evening after a very long day, I sat with my Mom, Dad and brother in our backyard around our new fire pit. The air was cool, but to us it felt extra cold because just a month ago we were swimming in the outdoor pools and our bodies were not used to these autumn nights yet. We try to move our chairs closer to the fire so we feel the heat from the flames.
There was smoke floating out of the fire and it was irritating to my eyes. I had to move my chair to avoid the smoke. The wind had picked up and made the brown leaves on the ground dance in the wind. We heard crickets making music with their legs. We listened to the fire crackle as it burned the logs and twigs.
My brother and I were sipping hot chocolate. My Mom and Dad were roasting marshmallows on the ends of sticks. My brother said, “Hey! My hot chocolate is catching my tongue on fire!” I said, “Don’t be silly. You’ve been out here for 20 minutes and it can’t still be hot!” Just then, my Mom and Dad accidentally bumped marshmallows together and their treats caught on fire until they were crisp and black. They screamed, “Ahhhh!” I helped them blow out the flame.
A few seconds later, it felt like someone or something was tapping me on my back. I imagined it to be a witches’ bony finger because it felt skinny and hard. I spun around quickly until my back faced the fire and scanned the backyard, but nothing was there. Suddenly, my brother felt a tap on his back and he imagined that it was a skeleton. He turned around to search the backyard, but nothing was there. Then, my Mom said, “Oooh! What was that?” And, she imagined it was a tarantula on her back. She jumped and looked behind her, but didn’t find a thing. My Dad felt a sharp, pointy poke on his back and screamed like a little girl. He, too, imagined that it was a something spooky, like a pirate’s peg leg. He sprang from his seat to see what was there. He found nothing.
The weather changed and it started to sprinkle. It was enough rain to make the logs moist and put the fire out. We turned on a flashlight so we could see in the pitch black darkness, but that light only helped us for a few minutes. The batteries must have been old. My Dad rushed to turn on the light on his phone, but that only lasted five seconds until it died out, too! We were once again alone in the pitch black darkness. At that moment, it started to downpour, so we ran as fast as we could inside the house. We huddled up together on the couch underneath warm blankets and, once again, it felt like the bony finger was back, ON my back! TAP, TAP, TAP. I was such a scaredy cat and didn’t even want to look behind me!
A storm was rolling in. We heard booms of thunder and it shook the house. My brother said, “One Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi,” BOOM! He screamed and he almost fell off of the couch. Suddenly, the electricity went out and we were left in the pitch black darkness, AGAIN! My Mom found a few candles. She lit them and they flickered in the darkness. We stayed on the couch warm and safe under the blankets, too afraid to move. I cuddled up with my mom and my brother cuddled up with my dad.
I heard my brother giggle under the blanket, like he was telling a secret to his imaginary friend, which was an airplane. He always tells secrets to airplanes. Then, I knew what he said. ‘’They will never find out what I did!’’ he mumbled under his voice.
To get the scary, pitch black darkness out of our minds, we played the game ‘SORRY.’ It was really scary just being in the pitch black darkness with only candles for a light, but we tried to act normal. I was red, my Mom was green, my Dad was yellow, and my brother was blue. My brother won. He is the champion of SORRY! Logan was so happy!
Suddenly, the electricity came back on so we turned on the lights and saw what had haunted us all night long. Logan was the culprit all along. He had fooled us all with his remote control flying airplane which was tapping us on our backs with its pointed metal wings. We said, “Why did you want to haunt us all night long?” “I don’t know.” he said. “Don’t ever do that again!” said my mom. My dad laughed and knew it wouldn’t be the last time that we were haunted by one of Logan’s airplanes. “I….I….I….. didn’t tap MYSELF on the back!”, said Logan.