Uninvited Guests (Gr.6 Story)

Uninvited Guests

A Dark Hooded Specimen Came to Abduct a Boy

Who is he?

Inspired by Harris Burdick

Varshini Thulasiranjan


It was a balmy day in Portobello, Scotland and the flare of sunlight came through the windows. The house felt like a heated oven. The house by itself was standing on a broad and sandy cliff. Patches of verdant grass were surrounding the cliff. Below the cliff was portobello beach and the waves plunged over the frigid grains of sand. When the waves backed off, a layer of foamy lace spread at the edge of the shore. Not a lot of people lived near the beach other than 2 tall houses.


12-year-old, Collin Blair was sleeping on a luminous morning, till a beam of sunlight came crashing through the glass pane. It directly hit his eyes. His deep-set eyes were twitching until he woke up. He grinded his knuckles into his eyes and got up quickly to get out of the sun. his day kicked right off to an awful mood. The silence spread across the house as not even a creek was heard.


“That was a “great” way to start my day,” Collin said to himself, breaking the silence as he swiped the sheets away. He ambled right into the washroom and turned on the fan. He felt the breeze from the fan grazing him. He took a brisk shower and by the time he was done, he felt very numb and blunt. He went to his closet and picked a black t-shirt with white stripes and denim jeans. He combed his bleach hair till he liked how it looked. He took his white socks and skedaddled downstairs, making creaks for each wooden step.


“What’s taking you so long?” Gwen, Collin's mother, blared.


“It should take you 20 mins not.- Collin came into the kitchen and zig-zagged his arms and pressed it against his chest.


“I’m here now!” Collin grinned.


“You could have come earlier!” Gwen spieled, secretly regretting what she said. “You take longer…” Collin uttered.


Collin took out the chair and settled in the chair. He wrenched the chair with him, feeling the bohemian silk as he pulled in. Gwen was preparing his breakfast and his dad, Tim came bursting through the rustic green door. Tim noticed Collin coiling his fingers and came rushing to his fingers. “Col, what are you doing?” Tim came, grabbing his fingers.


“The doctor said not to do that with your fingers!” Tim warned.


“Fine,” Collin replied.


“Wished Gavin didn’t drop his desk on my finger when I was cleaning the classroom.” Collin thought.


“Bum Him.”



Gwen plops a wax bowl filled with Scottish porridge. The porridge was the colour of the sand outside. It was dainty and thick when you scoop it up with your spoon and when it plumps right into the rest. The warm oats that are garnished on top were greasy and full of fibres.
“Again?” He thought.
He rolled his eyes and he troweled to get some porridge onto the spoon and he put it right into his mouth.


“Bland,” he thought as Gwen brought up something.


“Dad and I are going to Aunt Makenzie’s house. Do you want to come?”


“I rather not since I have some homework AND you guys would talk about me and compare me to others!” Collin replied, trowing another scoop of his breakfast.


“We don’t always do that, do we?” Gwen replied, looking at Collin then to Tim.


“We actually do.” Tim lip-talks.


“Don’t say that in front of him, Honey.” Gwen lip-talks back.


“I can see you know!” Collin says with a mouthful of porridge.


“Anyways, we will go without you but be safe! There is a lot of kidnapping and shooting happening here! You don’t want to know what would happen to me if you were kidnapped.” Gwen rendered.


“I’ll be safe, mom,” Collin says with a small smile.



They get off the chairs and strode to the main foyer. Collin felt the glacial cold floor under his feet. Around them were plain white walls like a polar bear in a snowy thunderstorm. Gwen and Tim put their shoes on and glanced at the paintings, hung throughout the stairway. Paintings of forests, saints, colourful prairies and Scottish kids sitting on the mossy grass.

“Bye,” Gwen and Tim say, as Gwen smooches his lips on Collin’s head. Seconds later, they were out.



Collin sprinted to the pantry, skimmed the shelves, grabbed the Chex mix, sprinted to the other end and jumped right onto the chalky white couch. He swoops all the flannel pillows and knitted pillows close to him and snatched the remote from the coffee bean leather table. He goes to Netflix and presses Brave. While the grey line swooped in loops, Collin tattered the Chex mix bag and opened it. He took a handful and ate until the movie started. An hour later, He was in his room, doing his language homework.


“What's a good suspense story?” He thought as he clicked the top of his pen as if it was a fidget toy.


“Maybe a kidnap story,” Collin muttered. “Homework should be in a grave,” he muttered under his breath. He gets off his slashed black leather office chair that had brown felt in the middle. He walks up to his window and peers outside. The ocean sounded so peaceful as it pulled back to make foamy bubbles on its way out. The seagulls zoomed through the white fluffy cotton that accompanied the sun. The beams of the sun shined on the top of their neighbour’s house. Other than that, it was dead silent. Every thirty minutes all you would hear is the smoke that comes out of a muffler. Collin returns back to his homework.


40 minutes later, at 2:13 pm, Collin heard a car parking up on the sandy driveway.


“Is mom and dad already here?” Collin thought.


“They stay there for hours, let alone coming back,” Collin said.


He gazed outside only to look at a black tinted car parked up on the driveway. Collin was thinking.


“The car we own is a red Maruti Suzuki Swift.”


A man came out of the car and he was wearing a black hoodie that said “A Dangerous Man” in dark grey letters. He wore charcoal black jeans with black sneakers. He wore a white and black mask and black knitted gloves.


“Who is he?” Collin whispered.


The stranger glanced at the open window as the silky white curtains bob in the air. The man trooped slowly around the window to investigate the open window. Collin saw he was coming closer to the window, so he ducked down as soon as possible. He couldn't breathe, it felt like someone was choking him. His heart was racing and it felt like 1 beat happened every minute. He wished his mom and dad would come right now! But they couldn't come here in a millisecond. A choked cry for help brunt itself up his throat. He felt a tear of sweat running down his cheek. He thought it was the end of the road for him. He took 3 big breaths and peeked out the window. He saw the man looking out the window and ducked down quickly. He heard him scampering off as his footsteps became softer and softer.


Collin wanted to believe that he went away with his car. But then he heard two blustering knocks on the door. It was as loud as rock concert speakers. His heart felt like it was stuck in his throat. The stranger kept knocking and knocking until he gave up. But his knocking now turned into punching. Collin thought that the house was caving in. He thought to himself


“Ok, so if the house is shaking, then he must be very strong.” The man keeps punching like it was like a personal punching bag.


“Dude, this house is not a WWE wrestler,” Collin muttered.



A few minutes later, Collin thought of a wild idea.


“Maybe I should spy on him at the top of the stairway. It's not your typical railing at the top, it’s a wall at the end. So he won’t see me.” While the Wanderer was still thrusting the door with his buff fists, Collin tiptoed to the wall and sat there. But the punching stopped. It was dead silent. It felt like the noise was going to scare him like a sudden allergic reaction. Collin was thinking


“Maybe he just stopped because he thinks I’m not here.”


He crawls to the window in front of him and peeks out. He sees the wanderer right outside and they both made eye contact. They stared at each other, The stranger looking into Collin 's sapphire blue eyes and Collin looking into his pitch-black eye holes. Then the man waved, creepily. Collin made a sudden move down. He started punching that door.


"Maybe I should spy on him from that room. It has the same stairway as this one.” Collin thought.


With no regrets, he tiptoed down the dark wood stairs, without making the slightest creak. Then he rolled to the next door that led to that stairway. The move made him feel like he was in mission impossible. He crouched his way to the stairway And hid at the corner of the wall. A few minutes later, he started punching the lock. Collin knew that the lock was not strong. It was so rusty if you rub it, it turns into crumbs of rust. Everything in the room shook. The ice skate that was hanging up, the extra carpet, the big box full of Christmas supplies, his grandpa’s old camel jacket that was hung up on a spruce wood jacket hanger, the paint and the gasoline that stood on the thin birch shelf was all shaking. But all of sudden he heard a clink. Collin knew the lock was open. His heart was pounding. He was sure he had seen the doorknob turn.


Snuffling closer to the wall, egging to get up and run, tugging his shirt slightly, he hugged his knees as if it was a fluffy furry teddy bear like it was giving him faith.


“I should have gone with dad and mom to aunt Mackenzie’s house.” Collin whimpered.


He sealed his eyes shut and hoped it was a bad dream. He prayed to Jesus that he would be fine. The stranger came in, his steps getting louder and louder. He looks around and says


“Come out kid, you can’t hide forever.” He said in his deep treble voice.


“He sounds like Darth Vader” He giggled. He cupped his mouth and wished he didn’t hear.


“Are you wishing that I didn’t hear that? Oh ho ho ho, I heard that boy.” He chuckled.


“You know what? come to me! I have many video games and sports equipment at home. We can play them together. I promise I won’t do anything to you.” He said, crossing his fingers.


“No,” Collin remarked.


“I’m not that dumb, creep.” He spieled.


“Oh really? What boy knows an intruder is coming this way, spy on them?” He rehearsed in a mean way. “That’s not that dumb at all.” The stranger said, sarcastically.


“GO AWAY!!!!” Collin yelled.


“Fine, I will go Away unless you answer this question.” He implied.


“What is it?” Collin asked.


“Do you want to have the same job as your dad and do want to take his place?” He asked.


“Yes, I do,” Collin replied.


“I’m quite inspired by him actually.”


“Now can you leave!” Collin yelled at him.


“I’m leaving.” The intruder said. Then He left.



Collin couldn't believe that he let him go! He spurted upstairs to see if he left. The wanderer jumped into his car and drove off. Collin thought it was a good time to run to his neighbour’s house to stay there until his parents returned home. He thought running out of the side door would be a faster way. He ran to the side door and twisted the knob and pushed till it opened. When it opened, he used so much force that he fell onto the grass. He got himself up and saw the man right in front of him.


“Boo,” he said.


Collin tried dashing his way out but the man snatched his arm and pulled him closer to him.


You thought I would let you get out that easily?” He said huskily.


Collin tried to whirling his arm so fast that it could have made tornados. He used his other hand to pinch his arm. As much as he grudged his nail into his tan skin, As much as red showed in his skin, he still had a good grip. He gave up and started shouting loud so the neighbour could hear him.


“HELP!!!! HELP!!!! KENNETH, JAMIE, LESLIE, DOUGLAS? HELP!!!!!!!” Collin wailed.


The Kenneths lived near them but their house was standing on an upper cliff.




Up in Kenneth's house, Jamie (the mom), Douglas (the son), and Leslie (the daughter) were at their house. Jamie was cooking, Leslie was knitting a Purple chunky blanket and Douglas was reading a book, TheTrainspotting that his teacher gave him. Leslie picks up a string of yarn and makes a slipknot. She cast the knot onto the needle and started knitting.


“I need a break,” Leslie affirmed.


Leslie elevated her arms wide and walked to the window. She felt the toasty glass on her pale cheeks, feeling like a thermos. She looks at Collin’s yard and sees a man holding on to him. At first, she thought it was his dad but she was wondering why he was wearing a big baggy hoodie on this torrid day. Then she looked closer only to see a mask covering the man´s face. Leslie gasped. She put her ear on the boiling hot glass and heard screaming: “HELP!!!!!!!” Leslie hustled to Douglas.


“Douglas, a kidnapper came to Collin ’s house and had him in his hands! He’s also screaming for help!” Leslie exclaimed.


“Stop imagining things, Leslie,” Douglas said, still gazing at each word of his book. Leslie snatched his book away from reach.


“Can you give that back?!” Douglas responded with anger.


“Unless you look,” Leslie suggested, smirking. Douglas rolled his eyes and got up, peering out the window.


“Leslie, There is no- Oh my god!” Douglas said in astonishment.


“What did I tell you?” Leslie replied, her arms overpassing each other. Douglas runs for the timber door.


“Come on Leslie, we have to help him!” Douglas replied.


“Wait, we are?” Leslie said shyly. Douglas was already out the door before she could finish. She straightened her dark caramel let-out hair and adjusted her black tank top that had hot pink graffiti words all over. She ran out with no hesitation.




Collin noticed that Leslie and Douglas were coming but he didn’t say anything. When he noticed Leslie, his cheeks started to turn light red. He had a crush on her ever since their parents met for the first time. The same with Leslie. They whizzed through the sandy path, feeling the grains of sand, grazing their feet. When they got nearer to the house, they ducked and started walking slowly. They climbed over the fence, being stealthy. Douglas felt like he was stealing something from a high-security museum. Then they made a running start and jumped on to the man. Leslie started jabbing his head with her fists and Douglas was jolting his legs at the stranger. The man shook off Leslie and Douglas, making them plunge to the ground. By then, Leslie had dirt and grass on her black jeans and Douglas had it on his white with green outlines t-shirt.



They got up and Douglas did a running kick to the kidnapper, letting go of Collin. The stranger plunged to the ground, headfirst. Collin toppled over and started running his way to Douglas and Leslie until the stranger put his arm in front of him, making him trip and collapsing onto the stiff dirt. The Kidnapper snagged him backwards and took hold of him as he walked to the front yard. Leslie and Douglas sprinted to the stranger but Douglas tripped over a rock that was plain grey with swirls of rusty red, with a touch of sparkles, shimmering in the sun. Leslie looked back and was coming back for Douglas until he denied her help.



“Go help Collin! I can get myself up, Just get save him!” Douglas said with pain. She looked at Douglas with tears bursting in her eyes like water in a dam. She scurried up to the stranger, grabbing his buff arms and pulling him to let go of Collin. He shook her off with Leslie hitting her head on the white garage door. She touched her head and felt a thick substance behind her head. She looked at her hand and saw scarlet blood was clamped between her calloused fingers. “Leslie!!!!!” Collin yelled in concern. The intruder was walking like he was in matrix time to Leslie but it was her mind playing tricks.



He took the keys out of his pocket, pressing the button that allows the car to open. Beeps are heard, as he opens the trunk of his black tinted car, throws Collin in there and takes the rope and duct tape in his hands and starts tying Collin up. “To Collin, it was a blur in the middle with a blurry black edge around his vision. He wished his parents arrived at this moment. Before the kidnapper could lodge the tape on his mouth, Tim grabs his shoulder and yanks him back. The stranger tries to run off but Tim got a grip of him and held him at the top of his hoodie.



Meanwhile, Gwen unties Collin with her long acrylic nails chipping off. He climbs out and hugs his mom quickly. “Come to help Leslie! She’s bleeding at the back of her head.” Collin said swiftly. Gwen gazed at Leslie and ran to her. She helped her up as Leslie held her head. Collin comes and puts his hands on her shoulders. They walk to Tim only to see the kidnapper in Tim’s freckled hands. “Who are you? Why are you here?” Tim questioned angrily. The stranger didn’t say anything behind his white mask that looked like a pearl in the sun. “Whatever you're here for, never come back, bastard. Do you want to fall off this cliff, it’s 45 ft down! Do you want a happy ending or dead drop.” He said, smirking. “No don’t!” Gwen claimed, gripping tighter to Leslie and Collin. Tim glanced at Gwen, letting a little loose off the stranger. The stranger kicks Tim at his stomach, spurting away down the cliff.



“Why did I let loose on him?!” Tim said, slapping his face. “Who cares about him? All that is important is the kids.” Gwen said, looking at Collin and Leslie. “Wait, Douglas is at the side door! We both came.” Leslie said. They walked to the side door and saw Douglas sitting on the grass, his back against the wall, cupping his knee. “Oh, you’re safe!” Douglas said with relief. “Thanks, guys! I owe you one!” Collin said, thankfully. “It's all thanks to Leslie! She is the one who told me and she is the one who saved you.” Douglas said, pointing at Leslie. Collin looked at Leslie as Leslie looked down. “Thanks,” Collin said. Leslie turned red as well as Collin. Tim and Gwen look at each other in astonishment. “Come inside, we will take care of you guys and we will explain to your parents,” Gwen replied. They all went inside but Collin, Leslie, and Douglas were all thinking the same thing “Who was the man, who was he working for and why did he come to kidnap Collin?”