The Enchanter’s House
Adam awoke. He got up, stretched, and looked out the window. While he was occupied with the breathtaking view of the mountains and forest, his bedside table switched places with a nearby chair, and then moved a foot to the right when Adam went to sit down. He fell to the floor hard, and returned to bed to recuperate. The bedside table snickered.
Fifteen minutes later he went downstairs to fix himself a cup of coffee. While he was in the kitchen, a spoon began to incite the cutlery into a revolt against him, only to be stopped when the black cat Bartholomew sat down upon it by accident. After he had had his breakfast, Adam left for work, leaving the house to itself. Some time later, Bartholomew got off the spoon and joined the white kitten Stella beside the roaring fire in the living room. The spoon, which was bent and had lost all of its dignity, got up and fell into the sink.
Suddenly, someone rang the doorbell. After a few minutes of silence, that someone rang it again. Again, no one answered the door. This was followed by a brief period of silence that was finally interrupted by the sound of glass shattering. Bartholomew jumped up from his nap and raced down the hall towards the source of the sound.
The floor of the den was covered in glass shards, there was a large jagged hole in the window, and a big rock lay on the Persian rug. A teenager wearing a generic t-shirt and jeans was struggling to fit through the hole without cutting himself on the broken glass. Bartholomew entered the room just as the boy slipped his other leg through the hole. Staring at the cat in surprise, he stepped down off the couch and patted him on the head. Then the boy left the room and went down the hall to the kitchen. He opened a couple cupboards, but soon was frowning, and he turned to go upstairs.
Just then, the cutlery drawer popped open, and the bent spoon crawled out of the sink. As the boy closed the door on the kitchen, he heard and felt several thuds against the door. Quickly he swung it open. Impaled against the wood was a multitude of forks, knives and spoons. Alarmed, the boy slowly backed away, then ran upstairs. When he reached the bedroom, the boy pulled out drawers and flung open the closet door in a frantic search. He pocketed several bundles of cash, causing the shirts hanging in the closet to wrap their sleeves around his neck and throttle him.
The teenager ran towards the bedroom door, which shut and locked itself before he could get through it. Suddenly, a trapdoor opened up in the floor, and the teenager fell through to the basement, where he was promptly tossed into the furnace.
Meanwhile, Adam arrived home, and patted Bartholomew on the head, none the wiser to the events that had just unfolded.
~Lydia
So that's why its short. Thanks again for the review. 
