Surprise.
“Megan Marie Bailey!”
Whenever my mom addressed me by my fist, middle and my last name… I knew she meant business.
On this particular night, she came marching toward me… holding up the joint that I had just rolled in my bedroom.
“What is this?”
What a silly question, I thought to myself. She knew damn good and well what it was.
My mom smoked weed sometimes, when her anxiety kicked in, and at this particular juncture in our life… that happened a lot. Trust me. I get it. It wasn’t easy being my mom.
Technically, the pot wasn’t even mine – but I didn’t tell her that. The explanation was too long and far too complicated. Besides, she wouldn’t have believed me anyway. It was easier to just take the rap (this time) and suffer the consequences.
None of this would have happened if it wasn’t for Mikey and his stupid dare… and that shitty old house on Primrose.
Remember I heard those bizarre noises coming from that creepy basement, dropped my new iPhone, thought I heard footsteps, then dove out of the window (like a champ) and hightailed it down the alley on my bike?
Well, I was traumatized! And in such a hurry to get out of there that I forgot my damn phone.
I had to go back and get it, and I needed to find out what was going on in that basement (rituals? tortures? experiments?). The suspense was killing me!
Mikey went too, so we snooped around some more and came to the conclusion that – despite the rumors – the house was unoccupied. It had to be. The only thing living on Primrose Place was whatever was in that basement.
And whatever was in that basement was still humming. And pulsating. Whoosh… whoosh… whoosh.
We got the door unlocked with my mom’s credit card (another thing I’d be in trouble for later) and once we had a visual… we were absolutely stunned.
What I’d imagined as a dark, eerie, dungeon-like room (full of torture devices, pentagrams, bones and weird specimens) was… well… quite the opposite. That place was lit up like a Christmas tree.
Large lights hung from the ceiling (humming ever so faintly) and a few cooling fans were going, creating a gentle cross breeze.
Whoosh… whoosh… whoosh.
Mikey couldn’t stop laughing. I just stood there with my mouth open, barely breathing. Cannabis was growing everywhere, I’m talking wall to wall, and some of those plants were as tall as me.
I finally snapped out of my stupor when Mikey slapped me on the back and shouted…
“I dare you to take one!”
TO BE CONTINUED
Well, it seems that little Mikey is a troublemaker. HaHa! I wanted to get this second part done so I can (Q)uiet my mind a little and work on my Blogging through the Alphabet Series, which just happens to be on the letter Q.
Anyway, I’m having fun with the story. I may or may not ever ‘end’ it, but what I’m hoping to do is take the reader along Megan’s journey as she ages – and maybe outgrows her tomboy stage. Not sure yet. I kind of like her spunkiness.
Other than that, my mind is blank. 15 people will be pulling up Saturday for an early Easter, and all I’ve got on my To-Do list is cleaning. Yuck!!!
I illustrated the door using a pic of a Halloween door decoration as my inspiration. I was going to put little pot leaves… growing out the cracks, but I was over it by the time I thought of that. Too bad.
That’s about all for now. Thank you so much for reading… I hope you’re enjoying the story so far!!
Children are smarter than any of us. Know how I know that? I don’t know one child with a full time job and children. -Bill Hicks
a sprinkle of faith 
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