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House of Hacks: Chapter 2

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Chip and Sprinkles slipped through the gate and led the Koopalings, even Lemmy and Iggy, up the walk toward the mansion. The evening chill blew an hour early thanks to the late afternoon sun seeking refuge behind some gray clouds. The dead trees showed some signs of life, waving their branches to greet the first visitors on their property in nearly a century. Sprinkles climbed the rickety steps with her uneasy brother following close behind her. Now, only one barrier stood between the nine Koopas and a creepy adventure.

"Knock on the door, Sis," Chip recommended to his twin who then pounded four times.

"No one's home!" Lemmy exclaimed.

"Oh, that's too bad," Iggy shared his sentiments, "Let's catch some dinner at McBeefy's!"

"You're not going anyvere!" Ludwig pulled them back by the scruffs of their backs.

"This isn't going to be like those movies where the door opens by itself," Wendy implied, "Is it?"

"Nobody's answering the door," Larry shrugged, "Why don't you try the knob?"

"Okay," Chip reluctantly agreed, "But I don't see why someone wouldn't lock their...Hey!"

With one jab of the handle, Chip realized the mansion was indeed inviting them in for a spell. The twins creaked the front door and pushed it wide open, exposing the mysterious interior of the house. Even Roy's mouth dropped wider than the space between the hinge and the frame.

"I've heard of open houses," Morton scratched his head, "But this is ridiculous!"

"Ve've come zis far," Ludwig walked up the steps, "Zere's no turning back. After you, Sprinkles."

"Thank you, Ludwig," Sprinkles set foot inside, "Let's catch some ghosts!"

The entire group trudged inside the eerie lobby, gazing at the things anybody would expect to find in one that was haunted. Cobwebs collectively clung from the towering ceiling, antique furniture rested comfortably under blankets of dust and obsolete upholstery peeled off the shabby walls. Everyone made do with the daylight they had left to study this fascinating residence.

"You know," Larry spoke, "For a place that's more than a hundred years old, this mansion doesn't look too bad."

"Vith no inhabitants in zat time," Ludwig theorized, "Surely, it's a miracle zis place is still standing."

"Maybe Warren Kooperspoon's victims are just lazy housecleaners," Morton gulped.

"That's a possibility," Sprinkles cohered, "But there's still more to this room right here."

"Didn't they have servants?" Wendy asked.

"If they did," Chip inferred, "My guess is that they survived the tragedy and lived to tell the tale."

"Yeah," Lemmy sarcastically agreed, "When you consider their masters died in here!"

"Ah, don't get sentimental," Roy reminded them, "Koopas die all the time."

"How many by the blade of an ax!?" Iggy called him out.

"You're gonna meet one by the crack of my fist!" Roy threatened in return.

"Enough!" Sprinkles was not going to let a sibling rivalry disturb her ghost-hunting, "Why don't we split up into parties of three? I guarantee we'll find something at least before it gets too dark."

"Why three?" Her brother wanted to know.

"Because there are nine of us," Morton answered him, "And if we did groups of two, Iggy and Lemmy will just run out the door the first chance they get like they're doing right now."

"He's good," Iggy conceded, leading Lemmy out of the archway back to the group.

"I'll watch over 'em," Roy volunteered, closing the front door, "You know, just in case they jump out a window or something."

"Why don't we start on the second floor?" Lemmy suggested, pointing to the stairwell on the opposite corner of the room.

"Isn't that where Warren's bedroom is?" Iggy gulped.

"Leonard and Mary are expecting you," Sprinkles told Iggy slyly. He heard a whimper and felt something jump in his arms, only to discover it was Lemmy curling up in fear.

"I can't wait to see the look on your face when I prove you wrong," Roy guffawed, "Let's go, you little babies."

Roy made his ascent up the creaky stairs, Lemmy and Iggy frantically keeping up with him.

"I think the two of us should explore separately," Sprinkles informed Chip.

"Who will you go with, then?" Her brother asked.

"I'd be villing to share some of my paranormal expertise," Ludwig stepped up, "Zat is, if ve can find any."

"Thanks again, Ludwig," Sprinkles walked toward him, "Who else?"

"I'll go," Larry compounded them, "I bet with his smarts and my stealth, we'll find some ghosts."

"Let's look for the dining room," Sprinkles offered.

"Ja," Ludwig nodded, "Zat's a vunderbar idea."

"Let's see," Wendy watched the trio leave and did the math on her fingers, "That just leaves me, Morton and...oh no."

"Come on, Wendy," Chip reassured her, "I promise I won't hold your hand."

"You'd better not," She threatened, "Or I'LL make a ghost story out of you."

"Where do you think we should go?" Morton changed the subject, hoping to avoid increased friction between the two.

"Well, the ground floor and the second story are taken," Chip told them.

"I guess that leaves," Morton figured, starting to tremble, "The b-basement."

"If this place is haunted," Chip paused to gulp, "That may be our best bet. Warren could have thrown the bodies down there."

"All the reason to start searching," Wendy motioned the two boys forward, "Let's find a way down."

Chip and Morton followed her across the foyer to the first door they could find along the wall. With each of their steps, pockets of dust poofed from the carpet under their feet, accompanied by faint squeaks of the floorboards beneath the rug.

"Let's see what's behind door number one," Morton turned the knob and pulled it toward him.

Through the gap in the doorway, the trio witnessed a few white lanky things falling down accompanied by heart-stopping clicks and clacks during their downward journey. Chip and Wendy instinctively screamed and made a dash for the back of the door, shivering. Unfazed by what could have frightened his accomplices so badly, Morton calmly walked through the doorway. He came out and and crossly presented a white coat hanger to Chip and Wendy, both of whom chucked nervously. Morton had every reason to be uncharacteriscally speechless.

"Guess we're off to a shaky start, huh?" Chip glanced toward Wendy.

"It's just a closet," Wendy sighed upon looking at all the hangers strewn there, "Who knew these Kooperspoons had no good clothes to wear?"

"There's nothing else to see," Morton shied the other two away, "Let's go on."
Here's another chapter. The plot thickens...

My favorite part so far is Roy's "Koopas die all the time" quote. I actually based it off a Monty Python sketch.

And yes, I just couldn't resist putting Chip and Wendy together. :lol:

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Vyel's avatar
Your stories are great :) Have you read mine?