The mansion was exactly what they wanted and more. It was the classic Alfred Hitchcock movie type of house. Ashlie walked around the property with its overgrown plants and vines. Shading her eyes from the setting sun at the back of the property, she stared at the unpainted, three-story house with its hideous gargoyles decorating every window.
Ashlie looked at her watch, tapped it twice and held it to her ear to make sure it was still working. It was working just fine. "I'll give the owner a couple more minutes," Ashlie said to the wild rose bush near the front porch. "If she's not here soon, I'll have to reschedule. Don't want to be here alone in the dark. I love a good scare but not by myself."
Wrapping her coat closer to her body to fight off a sudden chill, she climbed the steps to the front porch. Ashlie turned the door knob. The gothic door, with its own ugly gargoyle knocker, creaked as she pushed it open. "Oh great, just like in the movies," she said shivering, "I wish Adam were here. This is down-right spooky."
Thick layers of dust and cobwebs greeted Ashlie as she stepped over the threshold into the foyer. Putting her finger under her nose to stop the allergic reaction, she walked into the heart of the mansion. A sneeze escaped anyway, reverberating throughout the empty house. "Creepy. Spooky. Eerie. Perfect." Ashlie declared.
Ashlie and Adam liked practical jokes. Their odd sense of humor was one of the main reasons they were drawn together. Pushing cobwebs aside and walking into the vast ballroom, Ashlie knew this was THE place to host their October 31st wedding reception.
Standing in the middle of the room, Ashlie slowly turned in a complete circle looking at the room from every angle. She screamed when a young woman suddenly appeared. "Oh, excuse me. You startled me. I thought the place was deserted."
Ashlie began giggling when she realized she was talking to herself in a full-length mirror. "A little edgy are we?" she asked.
Pulling cobwebs out of her bobbed red hair, she noticed her hands were shaking. "Get a grip, girl," she scolded. "You don't want to walk down the aisle with gray hairs on your head. This place is creepy enough to turn a dead man's hair white."
The sun was setting low on the horizon and the shadows were growing eerier by the moment. Music began to play from the far corner of the ballroom although Ashlie couldn't see anyone. "Hello, is anyone here?" she asked. "Mrs. Boyer is that you? I waited out front for a long time. I didn't mean to trespass. Hello?"
While facing the corner where the music was playing, Ashlie began backing up to the ballroom door. With her right hand on her throat to keep more screams in check, she reached for the door only to find it locked.
"Okay, this isn't funny. Adam, are you playing a mean joke on me? I like a good joke and all but this really isn't funny."
Shaking the doorknob in an effort to free the lock, Ashlie could hear footsteps coming her way. Turning towards the direction of the footsteps, she yelled while looking into the eyes of her assailant.
Ashlie couldn't move. She looked like the statue of a frightened young woman frozen in the fear of the moment. Her eyes were bulging, her right foot raised in midair was caught in an attempt to run. She was frozen in time and space not able to move a single muscle.
Her assailant wasn't doing much better. His arms were frozen over his head with a pillowcase in his hands. Obviously, he had planned to do her harm. Now he was completely immobile, not able to even twitch a single muscle.
No, this isn't the Twilight Zone. No, this isn't an Alfred Hitchcock thriller. They are really frozen in time and space because this goofy author can't think what to do next.
Augh, not now! The story was flowing rather nicely too. This is not the time to have writer's block. I was so inspired, so in the moment. And now this. Good grief. Not cool. Ashlie, I'll be back to save you, I promise. I won't leave you frozen in time with that wacko-job-of-a-nutcase pursuing you. I'll be back once this brain freeze thaws out. Until then my dear heroine, I bid you farewell.
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