WP: From squibler.io“There was a legend about the well in the garden.”
I wanted to just do something fun and quick to launch me back into creative writing. I’ve been dealing with a lot of stress and have been told by my therapist to schedule activities I enjoy. Since that just so happens to be writing, I figured it couldn’t hurt to get a little spoopy stories out there. I didn't quite follow the prompt, but the whole point was to inspire some kind creativity and this is what I came up with. I hope you all enjoy! - Turan
“Locals say if you drop a penny down and you hear a splash, you’ll have good luck for a year.”
“What if you don’t?”
Lenny hung off his older cousin’s every word. He believed all of his stories, even if it did sound a little far fetched. With a flash of smoke coming from Ken’s fingers, he produced a shiny new penny.
“With my lucky penny, you don’t have to worry about it.” Ken gave Lenny a wink while passing the coin on. With a ruffle of his hair, Ken stood up and left the room to grab another beer. Lenny was thrilled! Without waiting, he rushed out of the house and down the street.
The well his cousin spoke about was well known in the town, only Lenny never heard of the myth. Good luck for a year? Boy did he ever need it! Lenny wasn’t a popular kid in school, nor did he have any friends. The girl he had a crush on didn’t even know he existed. With this well, he could change all that.
Running out of his neighbourhood, Lenny bolted into the forest. It was just over on the other side of the street. The path was overgrown and hard to follow, but that didn’t stop Lenny. Leaping and weaving, he made it into a small clearing. There in the center was the well. It was old with crumbling bricks, patches of moss covered the sides.
Slowly stepping forward, Lenny squeezed the penny in his hands tightly. His heart was pounding loudly as he panted, still catching his breath from the run. With a clear mind, he whispered his wish.
“I hope everyone at school will like me and that they will all be my friends.”
Holding his hand out over the well’s hole, he opened his hand and watched it drop. Lenny held his breath while he listened. One second, two seconds, three seconds passed. Nothing. Lenny frowned, leaning it to make sure he didn’t miss it. How deep was this well? Letting his breath finally go, Lenny dropped his arm to his side. Just his luck.
“I bet the well dried out just because it knew I was coming..”
After a few more moments of silence, he curiously leaned over the bricks to take a look down at the bottom. It was dark and hard to see over the edge. Straining his eyes, he hopped up on the well ledge to get a better view down at the bottom. Out of the seemingly never ending pit, there was movement. Two eyes and a horrific grin shot up at Lenny. Before he could scream, it shot a hand out at him and grabbed his head. In a fell swoop, Lenny was pulled into the well with the creature.
The forest was left to its peaceful state, the sounds of rustling leaves and birds chirping all that remained.