House down the street, part 3

Text by Nick Brook (aka put the lotion in the basket), drawings by Kier C. S.


Kier turns, three times, spins, first spin, black clothes appear on his body, covering him, second turn, muscles extend, stretch, fill out his body, third turn, courage, a feeling on undeafatable courage fills him.
He turns and leaves his room, his house and walks towards the house with the children.
He stands and looks at the house, there is a cellar with a solid oak door, he jumps into the air and dives as if into a swimming pool, his body firm, muscles tense, arms raised in front of him, clenched fists smash through the door, he lands on his feet in the basement room. Five children
‘Capitano Meatboy’ they shout and dance around, knowing they are now safe.
He gathers all five children in his Arms and jumps again into the air, through the smashed door back to his house, he ushers the children into his room and puts his finger to his lip‘ssshhh, du er pengeskap nå , vent her over
or;
you are safe now, wait here’.
And once again he fly’s to the house, creeps up the basement stairs. Listens, a couple talking, planning their next trip, no doubt to abduct children as he creeps up the stairs a board creeks loudly, he stops, the conversation stops, then resumes, he moves forward, slowly opens the basement door a little, he can see a woman talking, he opens the door a little more and as he creeps into the room he is hit hard over the back of his head, he falls, it’s dark, he drifts into unconsciousness.










(previous parts)