I couldn't believe something like this would happen in our cursed little town in Supernaturalville! All seemed like life itself has stopped moving forward. When I got home from school yesterday, I knew my parents would be disappointed in me. Because I got in trouble with my science teacher and my best friend, Albert Alexander. After school, yesterday.
It won't be long before my parents find out I've been having difficulty keeping up my class schedule at school. And not listening to my teacher's lesson plans they have. I don't have anything to hide from Mom and Dad. They just don't appreciate what I can do to make learning an important experience for an immediate beginner.
Time in Supernaturalville these days is making me feel out of control and lost. Nothing I could do, to keep up with time's existence. Without knowing why time was important to keep up with, I don't know what to do with it anymore.
I noticed I was doing everything backwards. And wearing my clothes inside out and walking backwards. I soon forgot the ability to speak in complete sentences. I knew there was nobody to explain what was causing time to misbehave like it didn't matter if time would ever get back on track to get our normal lives again.
I pretended to get used to doing everything wrong. I didn't want time to know I was getting used to dealing without it. The longer I went everyday without time moving forward, I was beginning to realize I was getting used to surviving without time's unusual behavior.
I wanted to tell Mom how much it didn't matter what was to happen without knowing if time would ever go back to normal. She was no longer interested in keeping herself from doing anything to keep herself busy at home. I worried Dad was not going to like what was happening with his new job opportunity to make him work late, odd hours.
Everything was not going the way I wanted it to in Supernaturalville. Because there was something wrong with time itself. Mom turned on the TV to watch the news in the living room. She took a sip of coffee from her mug she drank out of. There was a news anchor woman holding a News 13 microphone in her hand. She was outside a grocery supermarket downtown in Supernaturalville.
"This just in!" Mom turned up the volume on the remote control of the big, widescreen TV in the living room. "It seems a total eclipse of the sun is causing time to make life frozen and complicated. Here I am, at the local grocery market," she continued.
She gasped and turned back to look at the supermarket. Shoppers were screaming and fleeing from the grocery store. They were grabbing everything from the shelves and taking food and drink items without paying for anything.
They kept pushing and knocking the news anchor woman down. She dropped her news anchor microphone. Some woman wearing high heels came by, pushing a baby stroller that ran over the news anchor woman's pink news microphone, next to her.
"No!" the news anchor woman gasped with fright. The lights in the grocery store started flickering on and off. As the shoppers angrily continued taking items from the shelves and running out of control.
Nothing seemed like it was going the way it meant to be. Time had no meaning at all. It seemed people in Supernaturalville didn't care after obeying the law. They just kept taking whatever they wanted. Mom suddenly turned off the TV. She buried her hands in her face and sobbed.
I sighed and decided to go sit with my Mom. I wrapped my arms around Mom and hugged her tightly. "Don't worry, Mom. I know it seems bad, right now," I explained. "But you shouldn't be afraid of what's happening in this town," I said, honestly. "Time will catch back up to us again. And everything in our lives will get back the way it's supposed to be," I continued, hoping to make sense.
Mom whipped some tears from her eyes. "You're right, son," Mom said. "It'll get better. I wish we knew what to do about the total eclipse of the sun making time go wrong," Mom said, walking over to the closed draped curtains in our living room. And looking out at the purple sun, glowing. Causing everything to be in shadowy darkness. And there was ghostly fog swirling over the town.
I wanted to understand who wanted to cause time to ever have a purpose in our cursed, sleepy little town. Mom couldn't stop staring out the window. Looking with dread at the darkened, purple sky. It didn't seem possible.
Mom gasped. There was somebody standing in the middle of our front lawn. In a black cloak, with its hood covering his face. His arms outstretched and looked at the blotted out sun. Fog swirled around the magician standing at our front lawn.
"Kirk, who is this?" Mom asked, suspiciously. Before I could respond, there was a bolt of bright purple lightning coming out of the magician's bony, skeleton fingers. Mom and I ducked behind our yellow love sofa.
"Should we call the police?" Mom asked, worriedly. Suddenly, the glass from our living room window cracked and shattered. Thunder boomed in the distance, making it possible for the fog to roll into our house.
I didn't know how to respond. I was busy trembling in fear, looking out behind our couch at the stranger who seemed to be dangerous. I couldn't take my eyes off the mysterious magician who didn't seem to be going anywhere.
Mom put her coffee mug aside on the table in front of our couch. She grabbed hold of me. And walked over to the front door. Mom started to unlock our front door. When suddenly, Mom got a jolt of electricity from the doorknob. Knocking Mom and me to the ground.
The mean magician let out loud, crude laughter. His arms still outstretched, the magic man started humming some kind of magic spell to himself. It wasn't going to be over for a long while.
Helping Mom to her feet, we turned and watched out our shattered living room window, as the magician started to dance in our front lawn. While humming and making bolts of electricity zap at the purple, glowing sun.
"No more hiding, son," Mom said. "We've got to do whatever this monster wants from us," she continued. I wasn't sure if this magician should be trusted. Nor did I understand what kind of power he had to control us.
Suddenly, we turned to continue looking out our front shattered living room. At the sound of screaming coming from the dark, empty, foggy streets. It seemed kids in a group from my school were running from something chasing them from their houses in Supernaturalville. They were all wearing different, scary Hallween costumes. Like they were coming from a Halloween party in town.
A shadow passed over the purple, glowing sun. Looking up, we saw another magician, wearing a black cloak and floating above the running children. Who were desperate to escape the wicked magician who kept zapping them in the butts with his magic fingers.
They all stopped when they turned to look at the house at the end of the street. Fog carried the floating magician next to his partner in front of our lawn. Where the other kids stood in the middle of the street, trying to remember what they were doing.
The two magician partners high fived each other, and danced around the glowing moonlight. As fog swirled around them. The children were desperate to get away from the danger of the magical strangers who seemed to have plans for them.
"We have them in our power, Your Majesty," said the other young, male magician with a heavy English accent. "They wanted to party without knowing they were celebrating the resurrection of the living dead," explained the mysterious magician.
The other magician laughed in response. The group of kids in the street, huddling next to each other, wouldn't stop crying and shivering with fear in the darkness of the shadowy night. "We want to go home!" One of the young boy's I recognized was my best friend from school, Albert Alexander!
"Silence!" said the magician leader. He raised his bony skeleton hands in the air, making a bolt of lightning erupt from his fingertips at the purple, night sky. This made all the kids in their Halloween costumes tremble and fret in fear together in a tight bond.
Mom and I looked away as the two magicians turned around to face us, watching them from our shattered living room window. The magician leader turned to his partner. "We need that boy who knows too much about our zombie time machine," said the first magician.
"It would be a miracle if anything should keep our time machine from falling into the wrong hands," said the magician's friend. Suddenly, a bright, glowing comet soared through the sky. It landed somewhere near the graveyard in Supernaturalville. Where something out of this world was going to wish the magician's knew we had no time at all left in this town, anymore…