Excellent guessing Riddlers! This week we'll be putting on a gentleman's hat. Lizzy's review will reveal an alias, and Friday, F.T. Bradley will be telling us about her Double Vision series, so be sure to check back! See you all around the book block. ; ) ~ F
The top hat was known as a big hit, but I'm even better; a more comfortable fit. When riding near trees, certain to dip, I'll not bend or break, nor will I tip. I was made by two brothers, worn by the guard, run by the rails, then a tramp played my card. I'm not flimsy or frilly, and I don't like to boast. Gentlemen in the 20's wore me the most.
What am I? Answer: A Bowler Hat ☺
Heed our warning to those who dare, Ferry's quite scary, so read on, but beware!
“It's true. I saw Ferry
Blackwell,” Macy said. “He had a head like a melon.”
“You did not. Get your stuff and
let’s go. We’re gonna be late.” Georgie walked out the door, and Macy followed,
wishing her big brother would believe her this time. She did like to
make up stories and their mom had asked her to knock it off, but this wasn’t a
story. She had spotted Ferry Blackwell, she was sure of it.
***
Shifting from one foot to the other, Macy stared down the
school driveway. All the buses had left; everyone was gone. Georgie was late.
She had tried to call him on her cell phone, but there was no answer. Her mom
was at work, but Macy knew interrupting her would guarantee a whole evening of
arguing. Slipping the phone into her back pocket, she decided to walk
home.
As the pavement twisted and turned she
found herself thinking about Ferry Blackwell again. Last week she had started
reading a book about the history of her town, Devilsville. It hadn’t been very
interesting, except for one phrase, which was handwritten on page thirty-three.
It said: In the woods of Devilsville, you’re sure to find a gory thrill.
When the bakerman wants to eat, hide your hands and cover your feet. With a
head melon-sized and fire burning in his eyes, he’ll harvest your fingers and
your toes, then hide the rest so no one knows. Murdered by an angry town, he
swore revenge when they shot him down. So watch your children, but never tell-
if Ferry Blackwell comes back from hell.
Macy knew the words by heart. She had
looked through a few other books, but found nothing else about Ferry Blackwell.
Then, the other day, she saw him. There had been an odd rustling behind the
bushes in her backyard, and when she went over to investigate, someone was
there. It looked like a man, but with a huge head. He had flashed a mad, toothy
grin at her, and then disappeared. Her mother had come running out when she
heard Macy’s rants of terror.
“Macy! What did I tell you about scaring people with your
stories?” her mother had yelled. Macy knew that no one was ever going to
believe her, and why should they? After all, she did have a long history of
making things up, which had opened more than one can of worms for her parents
to deal with. Things like, Ginny Wader, in the third grade, refusing to touch
door handles ever again or Georgie wearing a helmet wherever he went for a
year. The list was long, she mused. Her thoughts were suddenly cut short. Just
ahead, at the bottom of the hill, a school bus was stopped in the middle of the
road. Macy cautiously walked up to it and climbed the steps. Other than the
backpacks strewn about on the seats it appeared empty.
“Hello?” she asked quietly. “Is anyone
here?” Macy slowly made her way down the aisle. Midway, something caught her
eye and when she turned to get a closer look, her mouth dropped open in horror. On
the seat to her left was a bloody pile of shoes and socks, and what looked like
fingernails tossed into the gruesome heap.
BANG! Something hit the side of the
bus. “What was that?” she whispered. BANG! Again, the bus shook and teetered.
Macy reacted fast. She ran up the aisle and grabbed the door handle. Just as it
was about to latch, long fingers pried it back open. Two red, veined eyes
zeroed in on their target. Terror forced the air out of her lungs, and she
screamed.
***
Macy was flat on her back when she woke. She was chained to
the floor, and her feet were bare. A painful stinging in her fingers and toes sliced
through her body. Where was she? What had happened?
“Who else is here?” she questioned the
darkness.
“Shhhh,” a panicked voice ordered.
“Who’s there?” she said again.
“Stop talking, you idiot.
He’ll hear you.” It was a terrified sounding boy.
“Why’s it so dark?” Macy
continued. She had no intention of shutting up.
“I think we’re in a
basement,” another voice chimed in.
Suddenly it dawned on
her where they must be. It had to be the abandoned house on Hull Street. She
and Georgie would come here when things around the house got too serious. It
was their hiding spot, and she knew it well. Even the moldy, abandoned smells
were familiar. “How many people are here?” she asked.
“I’m
here, Marcus Beltane,” came a nervous voice.
“Me too, I’m Jen Andrews.”
The voices started to pick up, “Justin
Deluca, Melanie Grism...” There seemed to be about ten kids sitting in the dark
with her; all scared, and all, she was certain, without their fingernails and
toenails.
The
creaking of a door silenced the murmuring. A light flickered on, cutting
through the blackness. Macy squinted her eyes open a bit and stared up at the
ceiling, watching as a shadow with an enormous melon shaped head moved across
the room. Its heavy footfalls came to a halt. Suddenly, a cackling voice
bellowed out, “Looky here, girls and boys, forget your mommies and your toys.
The fun and games will soon begin; to scare me back is how you win. But should
you lose, you’ll pay a price, your fingers and toes I’ll surly dice. Just try
to leave! It won’t do you well. For I’m back from hell. I’m the Bakerman, Ferry
Blackwell.” His howling laugh sounded insane, like a hyena calling out to its
prey. He did an odd little jig. Then, in an instant, he was gone.
“Okay, this is
really happening,” Macy said, more to herself than anyone else. She took a deep
breath, then continued, “He said something about winning, didn’t he?"
“Yeah, he said, to scare me
back is how you win,” a trembling voice squeaked. “He also said that he was a
bakerman. What’s he going to do? Cook us into bread or something?”
“I think that’s exactly what he’s
going to do,” Macy responded, remembering what she had read. “But, it sounds
like if we scare him back, we win. Which, I guess, means we get to live.”
“How are we supposed to scare
him? He’s a demon who makes bread out of kids’ fingers and toes. I mean, what’s
scarier than that?” Macy recognized the voice of Jen Andrews.
“I know, but...” Her mind was
whirring. Then, it hit her. She remembered the cell phone in her pocket. The
door opened. Macy threw caution to the wind and whispered just audibly, “I have
a plan.”
***
Her heart thudded in her chest as a shadow moved into
the room. “So kiddies, who’s it going to be? Who wants to be the first to try to
scare me?” His voice sounded crazy.
Macy mustered up
all of her strength and called out, “I’ll go first, you don’t scare me. You’re
going to be caught any minute.” She kept her breathing even as Ferry Blackwell
loomed above her, searching her face with his terrifying eyes. He was so close
that she could smell his putrid, stinking
breath.
“You wait and
see! I’ll show you just how scary I can be!” He pulled her up by her hair and
dragged her to a chopping block in the center of the room. Grabbing her left
arm, he slapped her hand down on it.
She focused her mind on the weight in
her back pocket, hoping beyond hope she hadn’t been knocked out for more than
thirty minutes. The reminder alarm on her phone had been set to go off at
exactly 4PM, and it had to be about that time. Macy glared up at Ferry
Blackwell and said, “Everyone in town already knows where we are. Kids today
have GPS trackers implanted in our bodies that tells our parents exactly where
we are at all times. You’ll see, the town’s people will be here any moment to
shoot you down and send you back to hell, Ferry Blackwell.”
He
looked bemused, as he replied, “Clever girl! You know my name! Now, let’s begin
our little game. Terribly funny to think you’ll be saved- when for a century,
fingers and toes I’ve craved!” He raised a sharp blade above his head, poised
to strike. Macy squeezed her eyes shut and braced herself. Please go off alarm,
she prayed, believing that this would, at the very least, buy her more time. As
if on cue, a loud beeping blared out from her pocket. Ferry leered at her,
unsure. Just then, in a brilliant moment of pure luck, another cell phone rang
out, perhaps a concerned parent. Another one went off with a mechanical jingle.
The timing couldn’t have been better. Suddenly, there was a frantic banging on
a door. The demon spun around wildly, looking terrified. “No, no, not to hell.
Hide, I must and never tell,” he bellowed and dropped the blade. It landed with
a clink just as Ferry Blackwell shot into the air and burst into flames,
disappearing in a black puff of smoke.
No one breathed. Somewhere above,
Georgie’s worried voice called out, “Macy, are you in here?”
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This year the bakerman from hell is out to find Magic, Mayhem, and a Little Romance. Stop by Cate Master's corner of the book block for an exclusive interview with the terrifying Ferry Blackwell!
Cate Masters: What
do you love most about Halloween?
Ferry Blackwell: Halloween's a joke, that's what I say!
It’s better in hell on that boring day. I can't even scare, so there's nothing
to win- the people want horror
and are likely to sin. I'd rather lay
low and bide my time, when the moment's right, I'll get what's mine...click here to read the full interview with Ferry Blackwell!
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ReplyDeleteYeah! :)
DeleteLoving the sound of Ferry. A character after my own heart in that I also love Halloween jokes.
ReplyDeleteTracy- So glad to hear you love the sound of Ferry! :)
DeleteFerry is pretty darn awesome and scary.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Kelly! We think he is quite the character. :)
DeleteGreat giveaway! Thanks for the fun post too!
ReplyDeleteYou are welcome, Romance Book Haven! Thanks for visiting! :)
DeleteLove the sound of Ferry. Thanks for the giveaway.
ReplyDeleteNas- Yeah! So happy you enjoyed Ferry. :)
DeleteSounds like a fantastic read!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Kelly! :)
DeleteYAY to giveaways and Halloween. I've always loved the name Macy--so much so that we named our dog that when I was in my early 30s!
ReplyDeleteStephanie- Macy is a great name for a character or a beloved pet. :)
DeleteAgh! That was a scary story and Gerry Blackwell is one scary guy. Good thing there's a great giveaway to take my mind off it.
ReplyDeleteRosi- We agree that Ferry is one scary guy! Hope you enjoyed the interview. :)
DeleteOoh, scary stories and spooktacular food items.
ReplyDeleteI love the look of those hats.
Thanks, Medeia! :)
DeleteLove the short story, guys! Can't decide which is more gross: finding a big heap of fingernails and toenails or looking at bread made with kids' fingers and toes. The phrase in the book about Devilsville's history was very well written!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Claudine! We definitely wouldn't want any of the bread! Ferry is definitely creepy! :)
DeleteI can't think of a bowler hat without thinking of the movie version of Meet the Robinson's :D
ReplyDeleteIs Ferry Blackwell an actual demon? Who is he? I love that he talks in riddles like you girls do every week.
I'm liking Macy. She's such a great storyteller that she had kids taking precautions from danger like with the helmet.
Thanks for your thoughtful comments, Adriana! We love that you love the way Ferry talks. We hear his creepy voice talking in riddles. :) So glad you liked Macy and her storytelling. :)
DeleteI like the story, scary, but not too creepy for me. Like a modern day Hansel and Gretel. I like the cell phone thing. I'm curious what exactly Ferry was now. Also, bowler hats are cool! :)
ReplyDeleteMolly- So glad you liked the story and we are glad it was just the right amount of spooky for you! :)
DeleteSo glad you liked Ferry, Heidi! :)
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