Magic of Yesterday #1

Submitted into Contest #93 in response to: Write your story about two characters tidying up after a party.... view prompt


Mystery Adventure Fiction

One day, I was sitting on a couple of boxes, bored out of my mind, when I heard a thump.

I jumped, but rolled my eyes when I realized it was probably a mouse or something.

I was home alone, and we had just moved in about two days ago.

My mom had said, “hey! Let’s move to this small, magical tourist attraction that looks like a fairy-tale!” 

But my mom hadn’t known that the only house available was this absolutely ENORMOUS old hotel. 

Sounds great, right?

Oh sure, it was, for the first couple of hours exploring.

But what my mom didn’t realize was that they(the residents of the town) weren’t joking when they said no one hadn’t even been in here for twenty years.

About a hundred layers of dust coated absolutely everything, there were shattered plates everywhere, and about a thousand infestations of plants, animals, and insects.

My mom was such an optimist sometimes, but I knew she had run away for a bit of alone time, which she called, “work.”

You see, my moms an author, and she moved here because she thought it would bring her inspiration.

Buuuuut, she didn’t realize that she’d have to put in more work than she was comfortable with, so, it was mostly up to me to be the overly loyal son who promised to clean the whole place by myself.

Sadly enough, this was a very unrealistic point of view my mom had on me, so she didn’t get her wish.

Yes, I had cleaned the kitchen so we could cook.

Yes, I had cleaned the bathroom(only to find that the toilet didn’t flush.)

But sometimes, I just don’t want to work.

I really care about my mom, especially since dad died, but I wished she would understand that I wasn't dad, I wasn’t even an adult.

I didn’t even halfway understand how plumbing worked, and I doubted I could call a plumber who would be willing to work on our toilets and sinks, and pretty much everything that included water.

All the people in this town believed in ghosts and spirits that haunted this manor, or hotel, or whatever you wanted to call it.

One thing was for sure, I didn’t think I could ever call it home.

It was just too big for my liking, it wasn’t comfortable, and there was so much work that needed to be done.

My mom had been gone for about two hours, and I knew I had accomplished quite a bit for that short amount of time.

I heard the thud again, and I got up to go check it out.

Turns out, the noise had come from a room that was blocked.

I hadn’t remembered seeing it yesterday, or the day before, for that matter.

I heard the bump again, louder this time.

I examined the boards that blocked the door, running my hands along the old wood.

“Hmmm, I’ll need to open you.” I mumbled, getting up and walking slowly down the stairs, trying to remember where the toolbox was.

I stumbled down the two steps to the kitchen, but caught myself before I fell.

Right there, sitting on the cluttered kitchen counter, was the toolbox.

I shuffled through it till I found the crowbar, nodded in approval, and headed back upstairs.

The door was silent and ominous, but I ignored the chills it gave me and got to work.

“It’s just a normal door. It can’t be that bad, can it?” I whispered to myself the whole time.

When I had gotten all the boards off, I dusted off the door and looked at the number.


I frowned. There wasn’t anything odd about that.

I tried the doorknob, but it didn’t budge.

I groaned.

Maybe it was pointless, to try opening this door.

Then a thought occurred to me and I squared up to the door.

“Maybe I can just kick open?” I said, kicking at the door as hard as I could.

It stuck solid.

I heard a door slam downstairs.


I dropped the crowbar in the middle of the floor and speed walked down the stairs to greet my mom, only to find myself face to face with a dark haired man instead.

The man had a bored expression on, and had a large duffel, navy blue bag slung over his left shoulder.

I stared at him wide-eyed.

“Uh, hi. Is this the Berks house?” The man said, surveying me with amusement.

I let out a breath I hadn’t known I’d been holding.

I nodded, not scared, but confused.

The man moved around me and looked at the large lobby area of the building, mumbling something that sounded like nonsense.

“I’m sorry, but who are you again?”

The man shook his head and turned to glare at me.

“I’m Mr. Edwards, the plumber you hired?” He said impatiently.

I frowned, a dazed expression coming over my face.

“I-uh-I didn’t hire a plumber.” 

The man laughed.

“Well, of course you didn’t! Your parents did! You're not old enough to hire someone, kid.” 

I scowled.

“It must have been my mom. I wish she would have called me and let me know you were coming.” 

The man sighed.

“Well, you sure have a lot of work to do in this house. Did your mom ask you to clean all of this?”

“No! Well, yeah. But she didn’t mean all of it, all of it.”

Mr. Edwards lowered his duffel bag to the floor and gave me a slight grin.

“You don’t happen to know where a radio is, do you? I like some music when I’m working.”

I winced.

“There might be an old one upstairs in one of the rooms, but I don’t think it works.”

He shrugged, pointing out the front door.

“My daughters outside in the truck, she can grab a radio out of the back. I bet I have one somewhere.”

After a few minutes of us staring at each other, he waved me off.

“Well, go on. I don’t have all day.”

I walked over to the front door, opened it, and looked back before stepping out into the blinding sunlight.

It took me a few seconds for my eyes to stop adapting, finally landing on a weathered blue truck with partially grimy windows.

I stumbled forward, losing my footing before catching myself, just in time to hear a burst of laughter from the truck.

The side door opened, and a girl emerged with a wide grin and laughing eyes.

I couldn’t stop myself from flushing red with embarrassment.

The girl walked over and shook her head, her wispy black hair flying.

“My dad was definitely right about you guys.”

I groaned.

“What? All he said was that you weren’t from around here, is that bad?”

She reached her hand down for me to grab. 

I did, reluctantly, and found myself hurled upward with a slight gasp.

“I’m pretty sure I know why you're here. My dad needs one of his radios, am I right?”

I nodded dazedly.

“Yeah, he said that.” I responded.

“Alright, well then, here ya go.” The girl handed me a medium sized, weathered yellow radio that looked like it came from the 1950’s.

I clutched it and turned to go back inside.

“Oh, and my name’s Jamie, by the way!” She called as I walked through the door frame.

I glanced back at her.


“Well, it was nice me-” her last words were cut off as I closed the door loudly behind me.

The plumber stood with his hands across his chest, whistling some random tune I’d never heard before, and glancing around the room.

“Oh, thanks kid. You're a real lifesaver, ya know that right?” Mr. Edwards said, ruffling my hair.

I pushed his hand away, flustered.

“Yeah, sure. Can I leave now, or do you need me for something else?” I asked, trying to fix my hair again with an irritated sigh.

“Yeah, you'll have to stay outside though. Unless you wanna help, of course.”

I stared at him, scowling.

“Why do I have to leave? It's my house.” I asked, crossing my arms too.

Mr. Edwards sighed, bending down to start going through his bag.

“Look, if you want me to help, you gotta go by my rules. Got it?” He responded, pulling out some weird-looking tool I had never seen before.

“Now, I'm sure my daughter would love to play with you. So, shoo. Scat. Skedaddle.”

I rolled my eyes, but walked back out the front door again.

Jamie was leaning against the truck bed, yawning.

When she saw me, she grinned.

“I knew you'd be back.”

I walked over, haughtily.

“How so?” I asked, trying to make my voice sound as if I hadn't a care in the whole wide world.

“Because my dad always, and when I say always, I mean no exceptions, wants to work alone.” 

Jamie shrugged.

“It's just in his nature.” She finished, pushing off the truck.

“Besides, I already planned what we’re going to do.” 

I backed away, unsure of how to respond to the mischievous grin spreading across her face.

“And what is that?” I asked with a wince.

“We're gonna go to the Witch’s hut.”

May 13, 2021 03:12

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