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My Friend Tony
My Friend Tony
Icy fingers grabbed my arm as I inched through the darkness. “Dammit, Tony, I almost crapped my pants.” I turned around to see my best friend Tony right behind me, his face pale in the moonlight. We were in the thick of the woods now, just a few metres away from our destination. Tony spoke, “Sorry man, just couldn’t see you for a sec, thought I lost you.” “It's ok”, I whispered back, “we’re almost there.” We continued our journey in silence and arrived at the house shortly. Standing at the bottom of the really long staircase leading up to the front door, we stared up at the mammoth of a building looming over us like a sleeping giant. I knew we shouldn’t be there, but a bet is a bet. Jamie Stevens and his disgusting gang of friends were not going to prove that I am scared of an old house. Honestly, I was seriously worried about being caught for trespassing. My dad and step-mother would kill me. Tony tapped my shoulder lightly, “You’re ready, Matt?” We could see each other more clearly, now that we were out of the woods. I nodded and we started up the stairs. Tony started rummaging around in his backpack. He then pulled out a small flashlight and gave me a sheepish look and small smile to say sorry for forgetting that he had had a flashlight in his bag all this time when we could have made good use of it in the woods earlier. I scowled at him in response and grabbed hold off the huge brass door knob. We were close enough to have a conversation without talking, we had been best friends and next door neighbours before our voices broke. Now at the age of fourteen, we were not the most popular in school so we were lucky that we had each other. Gingerly I turned the knob and pulled the door. It was unlocked. We shared a look as I pushed open the door. It was heavy and creaked. We walked in and looked around. Tony switched on the flashlight. The foyer was huge. High ceiling and a winding staircase that connected the five storeys above. On either side of us there was a door leading to a room or maybe more than one room. There were long dark wooden tables against either wall with vases of dead flowers on them. The walls held several paintings, different sizes and themes. Portraits, landscapes, even some abstract ones. They were dusty but looked really expensive. “Come on”, said Tony, “let's go upstairs, find what we need and get out of here.” We ran up the stairs, two at a time. Starting on the first floor we started searching the rooms. The man that lived in this house was a very rich business man and had passed away a few months ago. During his last few weeks he had given an interview to the local newspaper stating that he was donating all his millions to charities. He was too weak to get out of bed...
Icy fingers grabbed my arm as I inched through the darkness. “Dammit, Tony, I almost crapped my pants.” I turned around to see my best friend Tony right behind me, his face pale in the moonlight. We were in the thick of the woods now, just a few metres away from our destination. Tony spoke, “Sorry man, just couldn’t see you for a sec, thought I lost you.” “It's ok”, I whispered back, “we’re almost there.” We continued our journey in silence and arrived at the house shortly. Standing at the bottom of the really long staircase leading up to the front door, we stared up at the mammoth of a building looming over us like a sleeping giant. I knew we shouldn’t be there, but a bet is a bet. Jamie Stevens and his disgusting gang of friends were not going to prove that I am scared of an old house. Honestly, I was seriously worried about being caught for trespassing. My dad and step-mother would kill me. Tony tapped my shoulder lightly, “You’re ready, Matt?” We could see each other more clearly, now that we were out of the woods. I nodded and we started up the stairs. Tony started rummaging around in his backpack. He then pulled out a small flashlight and gave me a sheepish look and small smile to say sorry for forgetting that he had had a flashlight in his bag all this time when we could have made good use of it in the woods earlier. I scowled at him in response and grabbed hold off the huge brass door knob. We were close enough to have a conversation without talking, we had been best friends and next door neighbours before our voices broke. Now at the age of fourteen, we were not the most popular in school so we were lucky that we had each other. Gingerly I turned the knob and pulled the door. It was unlocked. We shared a look as I pushed open the door. It was heavy and creaked. We walked in and looked around. Tony switched on the flashlight. The foyer was huge. High ceiling and a winding staircase that connected the five storeys above. On either side of us there was a door leading to a room or maybe more than one room. There were long dark wooden tables against either wall with vases of dead flowers on them. The walls held several paintings, different sizes and themes. Portraits, landscapes, even some abstract ones. They were dusty but looked really expensive. “Come on”, said Tony, “let's go upstairs, find what we need and get out of here.” We ran up the stairs, two at a time. Starting on the first floor we started searching the rooms. The man that lived in this house was a very rich business man and had passed away a few months ago. During his last few weeks he had given an interview to the local newspaper stating that he was donating all his millions to charities. He was too weak to get out of bed...
