An owl shrieked in the darkness and Monty’s stiff upper-lip quivered as he heard an ominous snap. His foot paused in midair as he reached the bottom of the stone stairway, and despite the chill of the night, felt sweat trickling down his back between his shoulder blades.
“Mon-tee; we know you’re there-ere.” Matthew’s taunting singsong voice drifted eerily all around him.
Monty felt his heart hammering against his ribs. He couldn’t be caught now, not now, not when he was so close to his goal. He strained his ears, listening for the slightest sound that would give away the position of his enemy. The silence was palpable.
SNAP! much closer this time.
The fog swirled all around him; its tendrils reaching out like fingers to caress his neck. Something black and terrifying swooped down on him galvanising him into action. He fled across the gravel parking lot and heard the sound of several pairs of footsteps thundering after him.
Snap, snap, snap Monty yelped in pain and tried without success to pull his weapon from his pocket as two figures leapt on him crowing in victory. Snap, snap, snap.
“Ow! Ouch!” Monty cried out as his enemies’ weapons found their target.
Suddenly they were blinded by a bright light as the surrounding area became as bright as day.
“Just what do you think you’re doing out of bed at this time of night.” A voice roared from the doorway of the house and three ten-year-old boys stood guiltily to their feet.
“Um... we were playing ‘Spy Snap’ Uncle Mark.” Matthew said, by way of explanation.
“Spy Snap?” his uncle walked towards them ominously.
Monty held up a length of one-inch wide elastic. “Yes Daddy, you try to find one another in the dark and snap the other person with the elastic before they snap you.”
His father took the offered weapon. “And just why couldn’t you wait until tomorrow to play ‘spy snap’?”
“Oh that would be no fun at all Uncle Mark,” Edward, the third boy said. “It has to be at night so it’s scary.”
“Then I suggest you all start running and don’t stop until you’re in your beds.” Mark said, stretching the piece of elastic and letting it ‘snap’ the lower portion of each boys’ anatomy.
All three boys yelped and fled towards the house, as they became victims of ‘Spy Snap’.
Mark followed leisurely, “Spy Snap,” he said, chuckling to himself, “this sounds like it could be fun.”
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