Cliches

It was a Friday night not too long after Halloween. Friday the 13th actually and we were all bored as hell. None of us could think of anything to do.

"LET'S GO INVESTIGATE THE OLD MANSION!" Everyone looked at Jonny, who had just shouted out the suggestion. "What?" Jonny asked sheepishly.

Sara replied, "Nothing, you're just so shy and quiet as all get out, that you're the last person we would've expected to suggest that."

So after we bat the idea aound for few minutes we decided to go for it. Even though we were all a little scared, it was the best idea anyone had come up with all night. At that time we didn't know what a hare brained idea it was.

By the time we got to the old mansion, it had started to rain a bit and a slight fog had settled. Just as we reached the porch steps and were about to open the huge door, Jonny whispered, "I've got a bad feeling about this."

"Are you a man or a mouse? You know it's not too late to run home with your tail between your legs." sneered Butch, who was at the front of the group and had turned around to face Jonny.

Jonny frowned. "Quit makin' fun of me."

Butch ingored Jonny. "Look who's gettin' cold feet."

"Stop it."

"Oooh, look at me," Butch continued in an immitaion whiny voice, "I'm just a big ol' scaredy cat."

Jonny glared at Butch for a few seconds. He then stormed up the steps, shoved Butch out of the way, opened the door to the black as pitch mansion, and marched inside. Sara and I stared shocked as a half stunned Butch muttered, "Well I'll be a monkey's uncle." and walked in after Jonny.

We had only been exploring the downstairs for about 10 mintues when...thud, thud, thud. We all froze.

Shakily, I asked, "I'm not the only one who heard that, right?"

"No, I heard it too." Sara replied just as shakily.

"What do you think it was?" Jonny squeaked.

I fearfully looked up a flight of stairs. "I have a feeling we don't want to know."

Butch snorted. "You three are all a bunch of sissies. It was probably just the wind outside banging a window pain." He purposely wandered over to the stairs. As he started climbing them he called back to us, "I'm going to explore the rest of the house, now, if anyone else would like to join me."

No one else moved. We all agreed without actaully saying anything, to just wait for Butch to return. Suddenly the house went bone chilling cold. It was cold enough to freeze the balls off a brass monkey. We heard this scream of pure horror and not even 5 seconds later Butch is half running, half flying out one of the upstairs rooms, down the hall, and down the stairs yelling "RUN!!!"

Just as we're turning to run, this big black thing chewing nails and spitting tacks, bursts out the same room that Butch came from, jumped over the railing on the top floor, and landed 3 meters away from us. We ran as fast as we could anywhere away from....what ever it was. It must have hurt it self when it landed because it started grabing anything and everything and throwning them at us. It's a good thing he couldn't hit the broad side of a barn or non of us would be here today. Once we were out that door, we didn't look back.

To this day, I have no clue what the hell that thing was. All I can say about it is that it was dressed to kill and looked fit to be hung. The only Butch ever said about it was that it had face like a bulldog chewing a wasp.