FBI's Most Wanted

• Matthew Parker, Grade 6
• Short Story
• 2018

1989 USA
The wind howls, the leaves flow making a racket. The stones are cold under my feet. The house is large, the paint is coming off the walls and the floorboards are cracked. I see an old stone chimney bellowing out smoke, the air is filled with soot. The smoke makes me cough, it smells bad. I feel cold and afraid. The tree sways, the house has a candle flickering. I hear screams and run away.
I run home as fast as I can. I leap into bed and shiver all night. The next day I did research on the house. It was wiped from the database so I grabbed an AK-47 and left not knowing I forgot the bullets. When I got there the house was empty so I had a snoop around. I had to find photos, but whoever he was, he didn’t want to be known. But anyway, after an hour, there was only one place left. THE BASEMENT. I started to walk down the stairs when I heard a rough voice behind me, “What ya doing in me basement boy?”
Startled, I turn around. An old, wet grumpy man about 8 feet tall was towering over me, he was carrying a chest under his arm and wearing a wetsuit. I did the one thing I could think of. I punched him in the groin and ran down the stairs. He hunched over in excruciating pain as I bolted in fear. He limped after me, "Get out of me treasure grotto!” he yelled. “A grotto, that sounds interesting,” I thought as I ran into a wall to floor net, the last thing I saw was Viking treasure, then everything went black.
The man had me caught in a blindfold, and a straitjacket. So I made a plan first. I asked him, “What do you drink?” “I drink coffee, in fact you made me thirsty stay there.” Once he lumbered off, I escaped the straitjacket and removed the blindfold and… Ran. I ran and ran and ran all the way to the Cop’s Station. I told them my story and they told me no one lives there but I was too stubborn to listen. I told them to “Prove it then,” so the Officer came and arrested the dude and apparently he was the FBI MOST WANTED for murder, theft and unlicensed driving.