The Astor House
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DescriptionA story exploring a mysterious home.
MessagePart of the Holiday House collection.
ImageMonomoy Writes
“You know the big Astor house? It’s so rich that they’ve never heard a mouse—”“Lies! No matter the wealth, everyone experiences those shrill cries,” my friend let off a shiver. “I ask, how would you know this, Oscar? The Astors don’t go to your church, although they have a perfectly functioning car.”“They’ve never heard a mouse, it’s true! Have I not told the news to you?” I leaned towards him, and he wrinkled his nose.“News?”"Quite the news! Yes, yes, news, indeed! Well, a bit more of a tale that shall amuse."“I was offered by the Astors a great deal of money to become their private pastor. I know, it’s quite a strange request, but my curiosity and greed overcame me. And when I arrived, it was clear their home was quite a show! A chef here, a nanny there! So much activity, you could barely think! The amount of servants and chandeliers made their wealth clear. But soon I wonder, ‘Why would they need a pastor if they don’t wish to go to church? Then they showed me the most phenomenal thing, dear Sawyer! You won’t believe me when I tell you! Ghosts! Real ones, and quite a few!”“Ghosts? My friend, these are not good boasts,” Sawyer sneered while he leaned back in his small wooden chair. “Have faith, my friend! They weren’t like Casper or something like that, yes they were fascinating! No matter what you think, this story is most definitely not at its end.“It was in their living room, and oh, how beautiful it was! A stone fireplace with a huge christmas tree nearby, couches fit for royalty, oh! You would never suspect the nearby doom.” My friend’s eyebrows raised in interest. “You have heard of the Nutcracker, correct?” Sawyer nodded slowly. “Well, this house had many! Big and tall, yes, one of them was nearly my size! To accompany them, they said they had put up mouse soldiers as well, but recently, they disappeared, and the Astors began to hear strange sounds throughout the house. They insisted that these mouse soldiers had been possessed, and that I should partake in an exorcism! Hah! Yes, this is when the Astors lost my respect. “Yet there I was, in the attic, being told to face the mouse king. At first, I was suspicious, but then I was faced with the craziest thing! A three foot tall rat king toy, facing me with a sword. Of course, I had no idea how to do an exorcism, so what I did was simple. I took a bat from a nearby box, and hit it hard in the face!”“You hit the possessed rat doll in the face?” My friend rolled his eyes. “And what, did you travel to space?”“No, silly!” I nudged Sawer. “It flew out the window, though! Then it fell in the snow far below, with its head fallen off!”“So this was your Christmas Eve, eh?” “Yes! And I would trade it for Christmas dinner any day!”
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