Dragon Story – Part 1

There were these three guys sitting in the pub, old friends, having a pint when one said “What was the worst thing that ever happened to you as a child?”

One of the friends spoke up and told this story.

“I think I was about six when my Mum and Dad moved house. The house belonged to my Granddad who’d died. Well it was a big old dusty house with loads of rooms and even a cellar. I was exploring the rooms when I saw a door off the ground floor hall. Opening it I saw a long flight of stairs going down. It looked creepy but I wanted to know what was down there so leaving the door open wide in case I wanted to escape I went down. At the bottom of the stairs there was another door. It creaked as I pushed it open. It smelled horrible, all stale and dusty and  there was strange smell I hadn’t smelled before. It made me feel sick.”

“As I was saying it smelled horrible and it was pitch dark in there. And then I heard something move in the blackness and I nearly died of fright I was so scared. I pulled out my torch and switched it on and scanned the cellar. At first I thought there was nothing there but then the light of the torch picked out a little pile of debris, bits of paper and wood and stuff and then the pile of stuff moved! I thought it was rat or a mouse.”

The other two looked at the guy and both said simultaneously “What was it?”

“Hang on I’m getting there…I went over and shone the torch down on the pile and kicked at it with my trainer and then I jumped back. It was a dragon! A tiny little dragon and it was so cute so I bent down and took it into my hands and it looked at me and I swear it smiled at me but it ponged awful.”

“I put it down and thought I’ll get it some food and water. I ran upstairs and got a saucer of milk and some bits of bread and took it down to the dragon. It drank all the milk and ate all the bread it was so hungry.”

“That night I could hardly sleep I was so excited that I had a secret pet. I didn’t tell anyone but every day after school I’d feed it and give it milk and in a short time it grew to the size of a cat. It didn’t want the milk and bread anymore so I gave it leftovers. All kinds of food; burgers, chips, chocolate, Pepsi and sometimes the dregs of my Dad’s beer! It loved it all.”

“Then over Christmas, because of all the excitement and presents, I forgot about the dragon for a few day’s but after Boxing Day I went down to see if it was okay. Blimey,

when I opened the door what I saw scared the life out of me! It had grown to the size of a tiger and as soon as it saw me it leapt forward and a bolt of flame came out of its mouth. I just managed to shut the door in time. I ran screaming up the stairs straight into my Dad’s arms.”

“What’s got into you lad? And what are you doing in that dirty old cellar I told you never to go down there!”

I was just about to get a wallop when my Dad saw how frightened I really was. He bent down low and held my arms and said “Come on tell what’s scared you? Something down there is it?”

“Yes, yes Dad it’s a blooming dragon!” I blurted out.

“A dragon? Don’t make me laugh!”

“I’m not lying Dad…I’ve been feeding for months…go and see for yer’self but be careful cos it’ll burn you up.”

He gave me this daft look then went down the stairs.

“Just crack the door a bit Dad don’t…please don’t let it out!” I shouted.

He did as I said, just peeped, probably just to humour me, but in flash he slammed the door shut and I saw him quaking in his boots. From inside the cellar came a great roar and then the paint on the door started to blister.

He rushed past me and in few minutes he back with a big axe in his hand and a hosepipe in the other. My mum looked through the kitchen window at us.

“Jill when I shout ‘turn it on’ you turn the water on full blast okay?”

“Okay George.”

“Right son we’re going down together and I want you do to do your bit understood?”

“Yes, Dad but what are we going to do?”

I really didn’t want to deal with this.

“When I fling the door open you are going to hose that dragon so he can’t spit fire and I am going to run in and chop its bleeding head off.”

“Ready? Jill! Turn the Water on!”

My dad flung open the door and there was the fearsome dragon but before it could spit fire I fired a jet of water straight down its gullet. My Dad, screaming like a banshee, dashed into the cellar and with one fantastic swipe of the axe lopped its head straight off.

“Later we chopped it into bits and put it in black bags and put it out with the rubbish. That was the last I saw of it, thank God.”

If you like reading Fred’s stories you will enjoy his latest short ghost story set in Edwardian England and available on Kindle here

There were these three guys sitting in the pub, old friends, having a pint when one said “What was the worst thing that ever happened to you as a child?”

One of the friends spoke up and told this story.

“I think I was about six when my Mum and Dad moved house. The house belonged to my Granddad who’d died. Well it was a big old dusty house with loads of rooms and even a cellar. I was exploring the rooms when I saw a door off the ground floor hall. Opening it I saw a long flight of stairs going down. It looked creepy but I wanted to know what was down there so leaving the door open wide in case I wanted to escape I went down. At the bottom of the stairs there was another door. It creaked as I pushed it open. It smelled horrible, all stale and dusty and  there was strange smell I hadn’t smelled before. It made me feel sick.”

“As I was saying it smelled horrible and it was pitch dark in there. And then I heard something move in the blackness and I nearly died of fright I was so scared. I pulled out my torch and switched it on and scanned the cellar. At first I thought there was nothing there but then the light of the torch picked out a little pile of debris, bits of paper and wood and stuff and then the pile of stuff moved! I thought it was rat or a mouse.”

The other two looked at the guy and both said simultaneously “What was it?”

“Hang on I’m getting there…I went over and shone the torch down on the pile and kicked at it with my trainer and then I jumped back. It was a dragon! A tiny little dragon and it was so cute so I bent down and took it into my hands and it looked at me and I swear it smiled at me but it ponged awful.”

“I put it down and thought I’ll get it some food and water. I ran upstairs and got a saucer of milk and some bits of bread and took it down to the dragon. It drank all the milk and ate all the bread it was so hungry.”

“That night I could hardly sleep I was so excited that I had a secret pet. I didn’t tell anyone but every day after school I’d feed it and give it milk and in a short time it grew to the size of a cat. It didn’t want the milk and bread anymore so I gave it leftovers. All kinds of food; burgers, chips, chocolate, Pepsi and sometimes the dregs of my Dad’s beer! It loved it all.”

“Then over Christmas, because of all the excitement and presents, I forgot about the dragon for a few day’s but after Boxing Day I went down to see if it was okay. Blimey,

when I opened the door what I saw scared the life out of me! It had grown to the size of a tiger and as soon as it saw me it leapt forward and a bolt of flame came out of its mouth. I just managed to shut the door in time. I ran screaming up the stairs straight into my Dad’s arms.”

“What’s got into you lad? And what are you doing in that dirty old cellar I told you never to go down there!”

I was just about to get a wallop when my Dad saw how frightened I really was. He bent down low and held my arms and said “Come on tell what’s scared you? Something down there is it?”

“Yes, yes Dad it’s a blooming dragon!” I blurted out.

“A dragon? Don’t make me laugh!”

“I’m not lying Dad…I’ve been feeding for months…go and see for yer’self but be careful cos it’ll burn you up.”

He gave me this daft look then went down the stairs.

“Just crack the door a bit Dad don’t…please don’t let it out!” I shouted.

He did as I said, just peeped, probably just to humour me, but in flash he slammed the door shut and I saw him quaking in his boots. From inside the cellar came a great roar and then the paint on the door started to blister.

He rushed past me and in few minutes he back with a big axe in his hand and a hosepipe in the other. My mum looked through the kitchen window at us.

“Jill when I shout ‘turn it on’ you turn the water on full blast okay?”

“Okay George.”

“Right son we’re going down together and I want you do to do your bit understood?”

“Yes, Dad but what are we going to do?”

I really didn’t want to deal with this.

“When I fling the door open you are going to hose that dragon so he can’t spit fire and I am going to run in and chop its bleeding head off.”

“Ready? Jill! Turn the Water on!”

My dad flung open the door and there was the fearsome dragon but before it could spit fire I fired a jet of water straight down its gullet. My Dad, screaming like a banshee, dashed into the cellar and with one fantastic swipe of the axe lopped its head straight off.

“Later we chopped it into bits and put it in black bags and put it out with the rubbish. That was the last I saw of it, thank God.”

If you enjoy reading Fred’s stories you will enjoy is latest ghost story set in Edwardian England available on Kindle here

There were these three guys sitting in the pub, old friends, having a pint when one said “What was the worst thing that ever happened to you as a child?”

One of the friends spoke up and told this story.

“I think I was about six when my Mum and Dad moved house. The house belonged to my Granddad who’d died. Well it was a big old dusty house with loads of rooms and even a cellar. I was exploring the rooms when I saw a door off the ground floor hall. Opening it I saw a long flight of stairs going down. It looked creepy but I wanted to know what was down there so leaving the door open wide in case I wanted to escape I went down. At the bottom of the stairs there was another door. It creaked as I pushed it open. It smelled horrible, all stale and dusty and  there was strange smell I hadn’t smelled before. It made me feel sick.”

“As I was saying it smelled horrible and it was pitch dark in there. And then I heard something move in the blackness and I nearly died of fright I was so scared. I pulled out my torch and switched it on and scanned the cellar. At first I thought there was nothing there but then the light of the torch picked out a little pile of debris, bits of paper and wood and stuff and then the pile of stuff moved! I thought it was rat or a mouse.”

The other two looked at the guy and both said simultaneously “What was it?”

“Hang on I’m getting there…I went over and shone the torch down on the pile and kicked at it with my trainer and then I jumped back. It was a dragon! A tiny little dragon and it was so cute so I bent down and took it into my hands and it looked at me and I swear it smiled at me but it ponged awful.”

“I put it down and thought I’ll get it some food and water. I ran upstairs and got a saucer of milk and some bits of bread and took it down to the dragon. It drank all the milk and ate all the bread it was so hungry.”

“That night I could hardly sleep I was so excited that I had a secret pet. I didn’t tell anyone but every day after school I’d feed it and give it milk and in a short time it grew to the size of a cat. It didn’t want the milk and bread anymore so I gave it leftovers. All kinds of food; burgers, chips, chocolate, Pepsi and sometimes the dregs of my Dad’s beer! It loved it all.”

“Then over Christmas, because of all the excitement and presents, I forgot about the dragon for a few day’s but after Boxing Day I went down to see if it was okay. Blimey,

when I opened the door what I saw scared the life out of me! It had grown to the size of a tiger and as soon as it saw me it leapt forward and a bolt of flame came out of its mouth. I just managed to shut the door in time. I ran screaming up the stairs straight into my Dad’s arms.”

“What’s got into you lad? And what are you doing in that dirty old cellar I told you never to go down there!”

I was just about to get a wallop when my Dad saw how frightened I really was. He bent down low and held my arms and said “Come on tell what’s scared you? Something down there is it?”

“Yes, yes Dad it’s a blooming dragon!” I blurted out.

“A dragon? Don’t make me laugh!”

“I’m not lying Dad…I’ve been feeding for months…go and see for yer’self but be careful cos it’ll burn you up.”

He gave me this daft look then went down the stairs.

“Just crack the door a bit Dad don’t…please don’t let it out!” I shouted.

He did as I said, just peeped, probably just to humour me, but in flash he slammed the door shut and I saw him quaking in his boots. From inside the cellar came a great roar and then the paint on the door started to blister.

He rushed past me and in few minutes he back with a big axe in his hand and a hosepipe in the other. My mum looked through the kitchen window at us.

“Jill when I shout ‘turn it on’ you turn the water on full blast okay?”

“Okay George.”

“Right son we’re going down together and I want you do to do your bit understood?”

“Yes, Dad but what are we going to do?”

I really didn’t want to deal with this.

“When I fling the door open you are going to hose that dragon so he can’t spit fire and I am going to run in and chop its bleeding head off.”

“Ready? Jill! Turn the Water on!”

My dad flung open the door and there was the fearsome dragon but before it could spit fire I fired a jet of water straight down its gullet. My Dad, screaming like a banshee, dashed into the cellar and with one fantastic swipe of the axe lopped its head straight off.

“Later we chopped it into bits and put it in black bags and put it out with the rubbish. That was the last I saw of it, thank God.”

If you enjoy reading Fred’s stories you will enjoy his latest ghost story set in Edwardian England available on Kindle here

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Borders-in-the-Mists-ebook/dp/B0081J0USY/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1337184838&sr=1-1

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