The Red String WC 293

The Red String

I couldn’t have been more than seven years old, but I remember the incident like it was yesterday, not thirty years ago.

My dad, mom, two sisters, and I lived in Granger, Indiana back then, a world away from the hillside house overlooking Hollywood that I now call home.

I was sweeping our front walk. I remember it was right after lunch on a Saturday. We all had our weekend chores; mine was sweeping the sidewalks and steps with my trusty broom. Running across the front walk was a thin red string, barely detectible; the string led into the weeds next to our property. I tugged on it; the red string was tied to something, but what?

“Johnny Jonas, what do you think you’re doing? You have your chores,” my dad said in his ‘I mean business’ voice.

I dropped the string and continued sweeping. But later that night I sneaked out, flashlight in hand.

The red string led me through the tall weeds, and into the foreboding patch of woods next to it. I wanted to turn back but couldn’t; I had to solve the mystery.

A raspy voice whispered, “Turn back, little boy,” but I went in deeper...until I could go no further. The red string was tied to the doorknob of a golden door built into a huge oak. I tried the door; it was locked.

“Turn back little boy. Now!”

I chickened out and ran home!

What was behind the door? Hidden treasure? A monster? Nothing?

I am a Hollywood writer now and do have connections. I think I’ll write the movie. I bet it’ll sell.

Tagline: Johnny Jonas (aka Indiana Jonas), finds hidden treasure guarded by terrifying monsters. Slays monsters…gets the goodies and the girl.