Cody and Gold Hook

Author's Note: The reason I wrote this story was to show that I have the ability to show an alternate ending. Also because the story left me hanging, when I'm left hanging I go out on a limb and make up the rest of the story! Make the fun ending the real story never had! 

Sprinting with all of his might, Cody came to a harsh stop when he reaches the steps of his home. Grabbing at his loose thin jacket, Cody suddenly notices there is a miniature error in his plan. “Oh No” screamed Cody, fiddling faster with the jacket.  What was the flaw in Cody’s plan?  He quickly turned around, Cody stood looking at the ground and scratching his head. Two drops of sweat raced down Cody’s forehead and he whispers, “Where’s my key!” Cody proclaimed this, in a very tense voice.  Yet again he rumbled,“Where’s my key! It ain’t got legs, it don’t just chew its way out of my pocket and walk away!” Now Cody approached this problem differently, he closed his eyes and  calmed himself down. Now speaking in a rather peaceful voice he says, “Now I must retrace my steps and find my key.”  Taking one step at a time and having glued his eyes to the ground, a few steps away from the house lays the key. Once Cody reached the point where his eyes saw a shining  sliver object on the ground , his face lit up like the sun. Cody didn’t want to attract attention to himself so he did a swift stride over to the key. Now  bending over, Cody had a tight grip on the key and looked left then right then left yet again. He stood up like a nutcracker and walked like an soldier back to the house.

 The key was stuck in the lock with firm force.  Cody opened the door with ease, he took a stander in. It was dark and gray inside Cody Miller’s house that night. The Old wood had sounded when the wind would pass, and the  house would slightly sway back and forth. Maybe it was just Cody’s head, but who could feel worse sitting in bed knowing that you stole the gold hook from the old man you promised to. Laying down and looking up at the cracked ceiling Cody got light headed. Then his mouth went dry, his head was throbbing. Cody could feel the heart beat in his head, the room went black, a strike of lighting. The room was swirling, the ceiling was cracking, the pieces of sheet rock falling on Cody’s floor. BOOM!  There was Cody passed out half way in bed.

Before he had passed out he was trying to reach for the gold, then he passed out right on the floor. His arm dropped and then he was out! BOOM! Another crack of lighting an hour later, Cody woke up. It was three in the morning the sheet rock all over the floor, Cody sat up his eyes went big there was the hook. “It’s still here” he screams with excitement and the joy drooled out of Cody’s mouth. Cody grabbed the golden hook and ran, he ran for his life.

Out of town and even farther. Yet though he ran, the haunting of Clarence Buchanan stayed with him. The chills ran down Cody’s spine and the quiet whisper of the old man’s voice had ran through Cody’s head. Back and forth, left ear to right ear, ear drum to ear drum, and there the thought of Clarence Buchanan stood and stayed in Cody’s brain. Cody was just about to go mad! The next thing that Cody heard from the ghost was “Run! Run until you can’t run anymore, until your feet are bloody, until you die!” From that night on Cody did just that, he ran. He never stopped, he never put on shoes, he just ran. 

Ten years later there is a paper of Cody, he had just died, he was running when he died. No one had cared about him, so when he died there was a body laying in the grass, moldy and rotten. But wait! Where had the hook gone when the ghost said run, he did just that. The ghost did not say give me the hook, that day was a mysterious day for everyone. Some brave men came along and went out to the house where Clarence Buchanan had lived. Found the very spot Cody buried him and they found the hook still attached to Clarence Buchanan’s arm. None of the men were brave enough to take the gold hook, even after the gold hook was confirmed with Clarence Buchanan still no one wants to touch Clarence’s treasure.