Mischievous Elf on the Shelf
As a new blogger, I completed the "April Platform a
Day" Challenge at Robert Lee Brewer's site. He sprayed firehouse information at me, and
I asked questions liked "What's Pinterest?" Thankfully much of the social media and
blogging concepts I learned then seem like second nature now. A community sprung out of the challenge which
now goes by the name "Wordsmith Studio."
During December Wordsmith Studio is hosting a weekly writing
prompt. Please stop by to check out the
prompts and participate. I couldn't resist trying my hand at a 700 word story when I saw this photo prompt:
Photo by Gerry Wilson |
The Elf Spy
By Lauri Meyers
I dropped my backpack where Mom says it’s a major trip
hazard. Whatever, she'd leave it there too, if she had to carry 8 text books every day. As I walked to the kitchen to snag a snack, I
felt the chill of someone staring at me.
My parents weren't home yet, and Addie's bus didn't arrive for another
hour. I couldn't resist the urge to turn around, and I scanned the empty room.
Then I saw it. An elf sat with little green legs crossed on
the mantle. I froze wondering if it had
noticed me. Of course it sat there
innocently with a wide smile, but his stare gave his secret away - more than
wood hid behind those eyes. I grabbed my
backpack and bounded two steps at a time to my room. I needed to study anyhow, and my room had a
lock.
"Hi Honey, I'm home!" Mom knocked on my door awhile later.
"Shhh," I whispered. "Get in here." I locked the door behind her.
"What's with all the secrecy, Evan? Am I part of a spy mission?" She smiled.
"Mom, I haven't played spies since fourth grade,"
I huffed. "Did you see it?"
"See what?" she asked. I took a deep breath. My mom could be so clueless.
"The elf."
"Oh, yes! You
saw the elf I got? Addie is just going
to love it. All of her friends have
one."
"They what?" I asked. "You can be so naive," I whispered
under my breath.
"What was that mister?"
"For ... Christmas Eve?" I covered. "Mom, don't you know how dangerous elves
are? They wake up at night to cause
mischief. You don't want one in the
house."
Mom smiled coyly, probably thinking I still believed in
Santa, which of course I don't.
"Well, I'll need someone to keep an eye on that elf then." She leaned in close, "Do you think you
could be in charge of elf surveillance?"
Clearly Mom was trying to be funny, but she was on to
something. I was the best person for the
job. I nodded and opened the door.
"Thanks for picking up your backpack today. I think I stumbled through the door just out
of habit!"
I started to create a plan to monitor the elf over night,
but only got as far as adding "night vision goggles" to my Christmas
list. Rummaging through the closet, I
found the old nanny cam Mom used to put out when we had babysitters. I
stuffed the bear in my backpack and headed downstairs. I set
the bag down with the zipper open so the bear's camera eyes could see the fireplace.
Surveillance planning is exhausting work, so I slept pretty
well even with the intruder in the home.
I woke up early to make sure I had time to check the video before school. Instead I found Dad already up cleaning a spill.
"Good morning champ.
Looks like the dishwasher has a leak," he said. I glanced sideways at the elf of the mantle
and grabbed the bear. I ran into Addie
on her way down to breakfast.
"Mister Bear! Oh
where did you find him?" she squealed.
"Oh, he was just in my closet," I replied and
tried to escape to my room.
"Are we having a babysitter tonight?"
"I'm kinda busy Addie," I said. She looked so disappointed I added, "You
can play with him after school.
Ok?" She smiled and skipped
to the kitchen. As I headed up the stairs, I heard her yell in
certain agony "Daddy, my princess plate melted!" I needed to watch this video and fast.
After locking the door, I rewound the tape and pressed play.
The elf and his perky red hat weren't
moving, so I hit fast forward. Right at
3:03AM I saw his booty move just for a second, then static started. I fumbled for the fast forward again with
sweaty hands. The footage of the elf on
his shelf returned at 4:03AM.
"Mom, I need to show you something." I tried to sound casual. Out of the corner of my eye I saw
movement. The elf wagged his finger at
me "no, no, no."
What a cute story! Love it!
ReplyDeleteThose elves are cute - that's how they get you!
DeleteHappy Birthday!!! And tell your Mom Happy Birthday (in a couple days) too.
ReplyDeleteThanks! Why not write a little story on my birthday?
DeleteLove it, Lauri! What a fun story.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the amazing picture Gerry!
DeleteGot a keep an eye on those elves! Thanks for the smile.
ReplyDeleteI'll have to come up with a scarier part 2!
DeleteOh, I think you're onto something here, Lauri. Keep it going! It's like a Christmas version of Paranoramal Activity!
ReplyDeleteParanormal Activity really freaked me out. Sometimes I wake up to find my two year old standing by my bed in the middle of the night looking half-asleep-half-possessed, and I scream a little.
DeleteWell, you know, a cute Christmasy version.
DeleteLOL.. cute!
ReplyDeleteCute? That's how they get you, Linda. They seem cute and then BAM! they are pooping marshmallows in your toilet. Don't be fooled.
DeleteWhat a great story. Fun, yet creepy...just the way I like it.
ReplyDeleteYou have to explore your inner creepy every once in a while.
DeleteHow fun! I didn't get creeped out until the finger wag. I have an old, old, old elf ornament from childhood and a new one I just got last year. Hmmmm... Now I'm not sure about them. But my son will love this short story. Can't wait to read it to him! Thanks for sharing:)
ReplyDeleteWonderful - let me know what your son thinks. I'm practicing middle grade voices.
DeleteThe idea of Elf on a Shelf has always struck me as a bit creepy. Now I know why! This could be a combo Halloween/Christmas story :)
ReplyDeleteI know, right? I'm really curious how Santa keeps all those elves at the North Pole well behaved. Maybe use of egg nog for positive reinforcement? But not TOO much egg nog, because the train wheels would be square and Barbie would be even more scantily clad...
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