Chapter 9: Home for Halloween

It couldn't be possible! As I continued to struggle opening the basement door, with all my might and strength, the basement door wouldn't budge open! I couldn't believe this! Grandma shoved me aside. And tried to get the basement door to open.

She wasn't succeeding herself in opening the basement door, either. "Why is this happening to us?" Grandma cried. "I don't think the landlord lady gave me an extra spare key to our basement without knowing we would need an extra key!" Grandma yelled at me.

"It shouldn't be too difficult to pry open the basement door, Grandma!" I screamed, feeling panicked and fear stricken. My heart was pounding. No matter how hard Grandma and I tried to open our basement door, it wouldn't budge open.

Grandma angrily pounded her fists on the basement door. "No! We can't be trapped here, for Halloween!" Grandma screamed, angrily at the door. "I wanted to make sure everything would be perfect for the Halloween celebration. This isn't fair!" Grandma whined and complained in a high, scratchy voice.

I told Grandma to calm down and not to panic. "Everything's going to be okay, Grandma," I said. "I've got my cellphone with me. I'll call my friend from school to come help get the door open for us. She's at school right now trying out for the school theatre musical play this year," I explained.

Grandma sighed with relief. She slumped to the bottom of the stairs and put her back against the side of the basement door. While I grabbed my pink cellphone out of my pants pocket. 

I turned on the power of my pink cellphone. I tried looking up Sarah Green's phone number under my contacts. When suddenly, when I was going through my phone contacts on my cellphone, it started flashing on me. 

I looked at the top of the screen on my phone. It read the Wi-fi connection battery is low and about to go out on me. If I don't get it fully charged by now. I groaned and showed my Grandma what the problem with my cellphone was. She growled angrily to herself and smacked her head against the back of the basement door in frustration.

"Sorry I couldn't help us, Grandma," I sighed, heavily. Suddenly, we turned and heard the basement door click open. Grandma and I almost fell back onto the kitchen floor. "Strange," I muttered. 

I helped Grandma to her feet. Hearing innocent, childlike laughter coming from behind the kitchen counter table, grabbed our attention. "Grandma, don't let anything notice we're not scared of them," i said, looking at my pink cellphone in my hands.

Grandma stood up and shook her head, nervously. "What can this mean, kid?" Grandma asked. "There's no such thing as imaginary friends you don't want to be real," she said.

The ceiling light hanging above the kitchen counter table swung back and forth, by itself. And movement of pitter patter of feet walked hurriedly behind the kitchen refrigerator.

Grandma and I ducked behind the kitchen counter table and watched. A green, goblin's hand opened our kitchen appliance and started tossing items out of the fridge. "Hey!" I shouted to the goblin kids who were raiding our private home refrigerator.

Grandma and I heard the two ornery little goblin kids, Harold and Gretchen run into our dark living room. They hide behind our couch in front of our big, screen television set.

"Who are those things in our house, Emma?" Grandma asked, suspiciously. "Should we call the police if they suspect they're real to them, too?" she asked, shaking her head.

"I don't think they'd believe us about imaginary creatures haunting us in our house, Grandma," I said, sadly. Grandma nodded and understood this was going to have to go another way.

Suddenly, the sound of a vase full of yellow sunflowers sitting on the living room coffee table, was being knocked over in the living room. With a clash...!

Grandma and I jumped with fright. "We're going to corner them by surprise," Grandma said, "And jump them from behind them when they don't suspect anybody around them," she said, pointedly.

I didn't think that was going to be the best idea. Because they are wild and have sharp teeth and are very feisty little animals with a force nature not to be disturbed. 

Now, we watched from the kitchen as the two little goblin kids were chasing each other around the living room couch. While laughing and playing with each other. As Gretchen tried to keep Harold from grabbing her glowing purple jewel from her.

"We must get the purple glowing jewel away from her friend," I explained, hurriedly. It made sense. It seemed the magic of the glowing purple jewel was the answer to keep them protected from dark magic.

Grandma screamed and jumped with fright. As the little mischievous goblin children were getting too rambunctious and untamed. "We can't keep here all night!" Grandma cried. 

"We need to stall them!" I said. "Get them confused they don't belong here with us in this world," I continued. Grandma nodded and smiled at me. 

"Good thinking," she said. Suddenly, there was a knock at the front door as the front porch lit automatically turned on by itself for the person waiting outside by our front door.

Grandma and I looked at each other. Suddenly, this got the overexcited goblins anxious to see who was at the front door. Gretchen used her purple jewel to open the door.

Standing in the doorway, was the Goblin King of Everybody before us. "You two are in serious trouble," he bellowed in a deep voice. "You know you don't belong at this residence without the owner knowing about it," he said.

Gretchen and Harold looked at each other skeptically. And started giggling and laughing at the Goblin King of Everybody. "We know the owner's kid who lives here has the power to make us believable to everybody here in Supernaturalville," Gretchen explained, jumping up and down excitedly.

Suddenly, the giant Goblin King of Everybody stepped into our front living room. He angrily grabbed hold of Gretchen and Harold from behind them. "You will not make contact with the humans in the mortal world! It is forbidden to let them know you exist to them," he said, dangling them in the air in frustration by their arms.

"She knows too much about our world, King of Everybody!" Harold exclaimed. "Emma Heart wants to expose us to the real world. And make fun us because we different than the humans to get along with our imaginary kind," Harold said, hoping they were paying attention to him.

Taking his golden yellow scepter in his right hand, he held his hands in the air, victoriously. "I forbid you two from exposing the fairy goblin kingdom with the young innocent humans who want to make us feel foolish for letting them we believe are real," said the Goblin King of Everybody angrily.

Using his wand, the Goblin King of Everybody waved his yellow, glowing scepter around them. And made a trail of magic dust fly out of the scepter. And turn the two goblin kids into stone.

Grandma and I gasped with shock and disbelief. Taking the glowing purple jewel from Gretchen's neck, the Goblin King of Everybody smiled happily. As he put the glowing necklace around his neck. And he quickly transformed into a normal human looking person before our very eyes.

"No!" Grandma screamed. I put a hand on Grandma's mouth to silence her. Suddenly, the Goblin King of Everybody who was now human wearing a royal robe, and wore a turban hat with glowing purple crystals on it, perked his attention toward us in the kitchen, where we were hiding behind the counter table.

Walking into our rental house, the suspicious Goblin King of Everybody pushed the stoned statues of the two innocent goblin kids aside. And started looking around our empty, shadowy living room. 

He sniffed the air, like he could use his scent to track us down. When suddenly, Grandma and I quickly ran to the basement door and bolted down the basement stairs. 

But I think it was too late. The Goblin King of Everybody turned and saw us run back into our dark, musty old, basement. And came after us...