The
Wicked Broom
by Alicia
It was Sunday, an ordinary day. Robert and Annie Montgomery sent their only son, Cal to get some beans for his mother’s delicious bean soup at the local street market. That was a big mistake.
Cal brought is survivalists journal an d set off foot to the street market. As Cal enters the street market he can’t help, but notice that the market was crowded not like any other day at Food Central. Long-nosed ugly people (or more like creatures), holding brooms and hand-woven baskets with red-checkered handkerchiefs filled the market. But Cal’s attention was brought to a sign in red big bold letters:
Brooms ye
Sale
Full price
Brooms?! Cal’s mother would’ve loved it if he bought a brand new broom. He stumbled over to the shack under the sign where he was greeted by one of the ugly creatures. A ghastly sight for which one of the creature’s eye was green with brown speckles littering the cornea, but the other red with a green star in the corner. Cal gasped at the disoriented creature. Next to the ugly person was a monkey(or dog)with big claws and a snake tail.
"Hello, my little one." the person said in a wicked voice that soon turned into a cackle that echoed through the market streets. Panicked, Cal smacked down all the money he had on a greasy table counter and grabbed a broom which hung on a red string on a brass nail on the (also) greasy wall. And ran.
"What a strange woman." thought Cal as he raced from the street market to his cozy home.
"Wait, my dear!" exclaimed the strange woman. But the dimwitted boy was far, far ahead.
"Mother, mother!" Cal shouted as he to raced to the kitchen where his mother was scrubbing the kitchen sink
"I've bought a new broom to sweep the house!" The broom gave off a glow then suddenly stopped as he walked into the kitchen.
"Excellent!" Annie patted Cal on the head. Cal ruffled his hair in proud depth. And with that the broom started to glow once again.
Cal's Journal 4/30/1692
Something is terribly wrong with my family! They have grown huge warts and their eyes seem to change color. They rarely speak, but I hear a unusual cackle now and then. The broom seems to grow a bright glow.
Cal's Journal 5/1/1692
My real family is nowhere to be seen, but the garden is filled with weird-looking creatures.( I'm guessing the creatures are my family and they have some kind of illness.) They have long snake tails and big eyes and I barely see flesh under all that fur. Strangely they follow every order I say. Although they do have a liking to the lush plant my mother grows in the garden.
Cal's Journal 5/16/1692
I'm extremely worried my family has blocked out all the doors and windows. I'm completely trapped in my own house. I've lost complete control over my family and they howl like maniacs. The Salem witch trial is being held and I start to wonder. Is my family a bunch of witches? But another thing came across my mind. Were the people in the market, witches? The people in the market did resemble what probably would look like a witch and my family does look like the witch's pet. (creature.) It looks like I’m doomed and hopeless. Unless a miracle happens. I now only count on luck.
Cal's Journal 5/19/1692
Success! I've broken a window and now I have access to the garden where my family munches away happily at the lush plant. Now I have to force them to come inside the house and train them back as people. But how am I going to do that?
Cal's Journal 10/20/1692
Another breakthrough! I've lured my family with the lush plant inside the house and after months of training my family, they can speak, and they're as fluent as I am. Best of all they act like my family. Mother cooks and father works and my sister is as annoying as ever. Unfortunately they still look like the witch's creatures. But I still love them.
Cal's Journal 7/16/1714
I'm 32 now. Living in L.A. The center of entertainment! And I've opened a circus. "Cal and his mystical monkeys." Yes, journal I've opened my own circus with my family. And let me tell you, journal, we are worldwide! #1 circus in the world! The best of the best! People from all over the world come to see my human-acting talking monkeys with deformed body parts! Although the memory of the encounter with the witches at the market still lingers in my head and will never be unseen. Were they really witches?