The Tragic Tale of Teddy Woven

To my surprise he jogged down the hallway, intent on getting to the kitchen as fast as he could. I stood there dumbstruck, wondering about the blatant fear that had suddenly crossed his eyes when he looked at me. I could hear his feet shuffling across the floor, hard and fast with staggered movements. “Where is it?” echoed down the hallway. “Where did I put it?”

I took a step forward, before I recalled his stern warning to stay in front of the door. I crossed my arms with impatience, and looked around the empty hallway where only the old grandfather clock stood. The dim silhouette of the staircase could barely be perceived, mostly because that part of the hallway was shrouded in darkness. The crackling of wood struck the air, coming from the fireplace that Teddy had left on. I thought it would be wise to put it out, so I disobeyed his orders and made my way back to his study room. The room had become uncommonly dark now, the sun’s rays were faint upon the smooth hardwood floor. From the open window, I could see the deathly pale crescent moon. Blinding stars of silvery white besieged the once blue skies, determined to blot out the last of the sunlight with their own source of illumination. I stepped forward a little more, noticing the creaking to the floorboard that wasn’t there before. The curtains billowed from the tiny crack of the window, gusting forward in the greatest effort to touch the corner of the piano. The flames were bright as ever; almost enchanting-like. I stepped forward more, while clutching the corner of my dress.

“Sela!” I heard Teddy call out. His feet were pounding against the hardwood floor, determined to get to the front door. “I thought I told you to stay where you are.” He stopped in front of the entrance way of the study room with his hands resting over his hips. “Why can’t you listen-?”

“-I was going to put out the fire,” I cut in. “You can’t let it stay like this when you are driving me home.”

“Right!” he shouted out with a fling of his hand upwards. “Just do it quickly. There is a poker over there. Yes, that one! Use it to spread out the embers.” Teddy turned around suddenly and yelled over his shoulder, “I’m going upstairs!”

I took his advice and lifted up the bronze hued poker, feeling the full weight of it in the palm of my hand. I was too busy admiring the tip of it, taking in the round hilt with an image of a full moon pressed on top. My thumb ran over the detailed engraving that was etched into the hard material. The curtains flapped higher, smacking together in a stronger fashion than before. There was no wind to carry it that way, but there it was, whipping higher as if it could reach me from whence I stood. The moon beams steamed through the coal black fabric, radiating the very room into an eerie glow. The house began to creak all around me, like a low moan of wind on a stormy day. I swallowed hard and clutched the poker for the fireplace tighter in my hand, extending it upwards so I could grip it with my left hand as well. I could feel my senses become more alert, noticing the way the hairs at the back of my neck perked upwards. The fire blazed higher than before, wood collapsing heavily to strike up flickering flames. I stepped backwards, feeling my bare feet shuffling over the cold floor. There was something not right about this room- this house.

The poker rested loosely over my hand as I stepped into the room, observing the way Luna was shoving the front of her head desperately through

twisted and contorted, scrapping over the sides of my body like long deathly tendrils, until I thought it was best to step away from the window with my poker armed high over my head. Luna had the good sense to get away from this house that had

and higher to a dangerous level. It was beyond my control now, so I sprinted out of the room and entered the hallway instead. “Teddy!” I cried

was a faint crackling of fire behind me, a sound generating from the uncontrollable fireplace that desperately needed to be put out by the owner of this house. Steadily I walked forward with the poker raised higher above my head like a baseball bat. There was something

the staircase, I could hear hush murmurings coming from upstairs. I peered into the darkness, wondering if I should sneak upstairs to find out the truth of the matter. Teddy’s voice was filled with agitation, sharp and controlling-like that sounded almost unnatural to him. I could not make out his words however, and I knew once I went up a step it would creak loud enough for him to hear. I stood there patiently, trying to make out his sentences that

not true!” Teddy shrilled out sharply.

forward, finding my bare foot pressed against the first

voice fraught with pain. “All this time, and I’ll continue

was not responding, and if they did, I could barely make it out. The sound of Teddy pacing