Escape from Hill House

A Tale of Horror...

As Oz read the blog post, he was excited that his friends were finally moving out of their old home.  Their belongings were all boxed up, or so they thought, and the truck was coming to The Hill the next day to help them start their journey to their new home.

Oz closed the post and smiled.  He could not wait to hear all about the move, the new yard and the new neighbors and friends.  It would only be another week before his friends were settled and would return to Blogville.

As the week wore on, Oz continued with his normal business of visiting Blogville friends and writing his blog posts.  Sure, there were the occasional trips outside for business but the storms of late had Oz hunkered down in his home most of the time.  The neighborhood was eerily quiet and not even the UPS or FedEx men braved the terrible storms to visit him.

So, it was odd when Oz heard some rustling in the back yard bushes.  No decent, chasable critters had been out during the storms but the sun had come out and so, Oz thought, maybe there was something fun to chase out there.  He put on his harness and went after the chase.

To Oz's dismay, there were no chasable critters in the back yard.  He searched the yard thoroughly and turned up nothing.  Then what was all that rustling? 

Disappointed, he turned to go back into the house.  There at the sliding door, he found something odd; it was some kind of poop.   Maybe a small dog ate a bone and made some white bone poop.  It's possible, Oz thought to himself, and he went back in the house.

Oz soon forgot about the strange poop and the next day sat himself down to work on the computer.  Another thunderstorm started to roll in, making the day dark gray and dreary so Oz went to nap on the couch.

In his dozing, he heard a knock...no, more of a tap-tap-tap....on the front door.  As he slowly got up from the couch he thought, "How odd.  The UPS or FedEx man always rings the bell.".  He put on his harness, unlocked the door, opened it and stepped outside to greet his visitor.

No one was there!  Oz looked up and down the walkway and in the front garden, but there was no one out in the neighborhood.  Then who knocked on the door?  Thinking he must have been dreaming, Oz headed back to the front door and stopped dead in his tracks!

A piece of snowflake wrapping paper lay on the welcome mat.  What the dog?!?  It isn't even Halloween yet!

But paper garbage is always blowing up into his front yard.  The silly kids in the neighborhood must be doing their Christmas Paper Fundraiser and this sample of wrapping paper must have blown away.  Oz went back into the house and returned to the couch for a nap.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!  NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! OMD! Oz, wake up....WAKE UP and kill it!"

Oz awoke to the screeching of his Ma!  He jumped off the couch and began barking ferociously looking around to see what little critter was making his Ma so scared this time.  She pointed out the sliding glass door and to Oz's shock.....

SNOW FREAKS!

Oz barked about locking the doors.  The sliding door got locked and off he ran, frantically, to the front door!  It was already locked; Oz breathed a sigh of relief.  He ran back to the sliding doors and the Snow Freaks were...gone. 

It was then that Oz heard it; the familiar squeak of the laundry room door.  Panicked, Oz realized he didn't check that lock.  Oh....that door is always unlocked!  Oh no...

This post is written for our good friends Frankie and Ernie.  If you don't know "the boys from the Hill", then you don't know that their mom is a collector of Christmas Snowmen which the boys despise and call Snow Freaks.  While in the process of moving, they didn't blog much and we all missed them.  Now that they are ready to return to Blogville, many friends decided to welcome them back with tales of their escaped snow freaks.  You can read more snow freak adventures in the blog hop below!