What’s A Scaw??

This is the reason why I should not have been allowed to write stories when I was eight.

Case of the Mysterious Death

“Jason! You ready yet?” Mrs. Nelson asked her 11 year old son. He was going on a trip to the Hawaiian islands to visit his Aunt Henrietta and Uncle Frederick. They live in Hawaii on one of its islands.

Jason was a very handsome boy with dark brown hair and baby blue eyes. He was tall for his age and very muscular. Today he was wearing a very dark pair of blue jeans and a white shirt.

“Coming mother.” Jason called as he started down the stairs.

“It sure took you long enough!” She said when he was all the way down the stairs.

“You look pretty today mom.” He said. His mother had her hair pulled back in a bun. She had silky red hair and green eyes. She had a cream color short sleeve blouse with a navy blue skirt. She very rarely dressed up.

“Well you’ll be gone for the summer and I wanted to make the best of it since I’m not going to see you for a long time.” She replied looking very sad.

“Lets go.” Jason said happily. It was his first time ever being allowed to go to his Aunts and Uncles house by himself.

“We’re here.” Jason said as they finally reached the airport. He got out of the car, gave his mother a good-by kiss and got on the airplane.

Two days later Jason had finally arrived at the island. The airplane was hovering over the island. The pilot gave Jason a parachute while someone else piloted the plane. He pushed Jason off without even asking if he knew what to do.

Jason pulled the string and the parachute came out. He slowed down immensely. He wasn’t afraid of hights but he didn’t like being up high.

Soon he reached the ground and took the parachute off.

“Boy! What a nice pilot.” He muttered as he dragged the parachute towards the castle. The castle was easy to find because it was the only one on the island.

As soon as he reached the castle he knocked on the door.

The door opened and his Aunt stepped out of the door.

“Hello!” His Aunt cried. She reached down and gave him a hug. “You’re just in time for a magic show performed by the famous Houdini and his assistant!”

“Wow!” Jason cried. “I didn’t know he’d come to your old castle.”

“Well, he decided he wanted to have his show at our castle.” She replied. “You’d better hurry, the shows about to begin.”

When they got inside, they went to a theater room. Then they went through the exit door onto a huge, huge platform outside of the castle with seats and a pool including a stage. The show began.

Jason fell asleep right after the lights went out. When he finally woke up it was Houdinis last act. Well I might as well watch it he thought.

“For my final act I will do what no other magician has ever done. I will lay in a coffin that has only enough air to last 2 hours. But I will be in here for 24 hours.” Houdini boomed. Everyone in the audience gasped. “I would like it very much if Dr. Blackscaw would open the coffin at this time tomorrow.” He announced. He climbed into the coffin that was set on the side of the stage. He closed the lid. His assistant Bob went over and locked the coffin.

The next day was a sunny day. At almost 1:00 p.m. the show was about to begin again.

“Hurry, they’re ready to start” his Aunt said hurrying towards the exit door in the theater. When they went through, Dr. Blackscaw was going up on stage. The coffin was were it was left. Everyone watched eagerly as he bent over with his doctor bag in his hand.

Dr. Blackscaw always wore black. He had black hair, black eyes and very dark skin. He had a hawk like nose with beady hawk eyes.

He bent down and opened it. He reached his hand into his bag.

“He’s dead!” he cried out in alarm.

The next day, Jason went to Dr. Blackscaws room upstairs. He was curious to know how Dr. Blackscaw knew Houdini was dead. He knocked on the door.

“Dr. Blackscaw!” he cried. The door opened.

“Come in.” he replied. Jason went in and sat down.

“Ouch!” he cried as he jumped up off the couch. He turned around and there on the couch was Dr. Blackscaws bag.

“You sat on my bag. I’m sorry.” Dr. Blackscaw said. “Now what is it that you want?”

“I want to know how you knew Houdini was dead.” I replied.

“Oh. Well…I…Uh. I felt his pulse and it had stopped.” he stuttered.

“Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!”

tbc…