A Pirate's Story

We used to rent a very old house for our summer vacations, it was built in the early fifteen hundred by criminals who roamed the Atlantic Ocean for gold and diamonds: roof, windows and doors reminded us of a dark house that pirates frequented in the Caribbeans...one could imagine how many treasure chests were there with one of them watching over them most of the day; and had he gotten drunk, they'd have dumped him into the Ocean! Those pirates were merciless: life meant nothing to them as they pillaged and killed. There was no air conditioner, and we left the windows open, so we could sleep comfortingly, but here and there weird sounds were heard turning into a human voice, " Child, wake up and come with me... I'll tell you a pirate's story you haven't read yet, the one that actually happened when I was your age." His red face had marks that only swords could have carved; his pointy nose as dirty as a kid playing with mud, his teeth rotten and yellow with a horrible stench. " No! " I screamed, but my scream no one could hear as he pulled me off my bed and dragged me outside. " Why are you afraid of me, child? I mean no harm!" And as he said those words, I looked back and worried about my family inside that unlit, haunted house... with a subdued sob, I agreed to go with him and hear the story he couldn't tell anyone, thinking he was mad. Written by Andrew Crisci for Gail Doyle's contest, " Stranded Or A Ghost Story Of Your Choice Any Horror Movie "