Ernest Elf (5)
He was desperate now. He had heard talk of another crazy lady with strange powers in the next neighbourhood. The following day just after talking little Laura Long into a deep slumber he ran out and hopped into his truck. He drove directly to where he had heard the crazy old lady lived. He knocked twice on the door. It squeaked open. “It´s three in the morning, if you´re thinking of robbing the place do it without waking me,” responded a grumpy voice.
“Wait,” shouted Ernest as he put his foot in the door. She proceeded to slam the door repeatedly.
“Agggh,” he screamed, pulling his leg out of danger. The door slammed firmly shut.
“I only want to know if you are Mrs. Spencer and if you can help me?” whimpered Ernest.
She opened the door wide. “Well that´s me and I´m awake now so you might as well come on in.” Ernest hobbled into the living room.
He told her the problem. She went into the kitchen for a while to make tea. “Keep going, I´m listening,” she shouted. She came back in with a tray of tea and some chocolate biscuits and a huge carpet bag under her arm. She put the tray on the coffee table and flung the bag on the floor. Ernest thought he heard a muffled cry of pain from the bag. He really needed to sleep. He asked Mrs. Spencer if he could crash out on the sofa as it was only a matter of time before little Laura Long tracked him down. “No problem,” she said and went to fetch blankets and a pillow for him. He thought he heard the words “go to sleep,” just before he collapsed into the comfy sofa, snoring loudly.