Late Night Campfire Stories, A witty old museum keeper and Charaal

The Silver Phoenix By The Silver Phoenix, 3rd Jul 2013 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
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“You can both stay as long as you like. It’s no skin off my nose.” Replied the museum keeper. He escorted them to a private room where a cosy wood fire was crackling and excused himself while he prepared some warm food and drink for them.
John turned to Sally with a look of surprise. “We’re inside a museum!”

Late Night Campfire Stories, A witty old museum keeper and Charaal

Jim Woolson turned to the others who had been listening very carefully. This time there were cheers and hurrahs from everyone. He knew what to do after that and held the bottle to the ground firmly and began spinning it again, round and round. Who was going to be the next to tell their story?
“Alright team, I will confess that I enjoy story telling and I think you’re going to like this one. It takes place in a Museum and is called, Spending a night in the Museum with a witty old museum keeper and Charaal.”
The museum was very well maintained considering its age. As a matter of fact, it was estimated to have been built in the 16th century. Every so often, “items” appeared in dark corners or inconspicuous places where no one visited. They were only hit upon when workers came to make changes or do repair jobs. The keeper appeared as ancient as the museum. He held no account of his age, but had long white hair down to his shoulders and a bushy beard and moustache and hairy eyebrows that met in the middle. However, he did maintain a good sense of humour and would often joke that he was a victim of lycanthropy and had been related to the notorious Gilles Garnier.
John and Sally Redwood’s car had run out of petrol and it there was heavy rain and thunder outside. One would imagine, this was the perfect setting for a thriller. But everyone had their own fate and the fate that lay ahead for these two love-birds was far more than could be imagined.
The doors of the museum were banged from outside. There was so much rain and speeding winds that it could barely be heard. Nonetheless, the museum keeper made his way slowly to the doors and opened them.
“Please may we come in? Our car’s out of petrol and we’re lost. We won’t stay long, that’s a promise. Just allow us to stay until the storm dies down.”
“You can both stay as long as you like. It’s no skin off my nose.” Replied the museum keeper. He escorted them to a private room where a cosy wood fire was crackling and excused himself while he prepared some warm food and drink for them.
John turned to Sally with a look of surprise. “We’re inside a museum!”
“Yes and it’s very old by the looks of it.”
“And that keeper. He looks as old as the museum itself.”
“What does it matter, John. It’s so kind of him to take us in and allow us to spend the night.”

Late Night Campfire Stories, A witty old museum keeper and Charaal

“Are you joking? I’m not going to spend the night in this creepy place!”
“Oh, not even with me beside you?” She caressed his hands.
“Well, if you put it that way, then…alright.”
“Dinner is served. By the way, I’m not a butler.” Said the museum keeper, maintaining his wit. John and Sally stood up and followed him into another room with a beautiful antique table.
“This is a really wonderful table.” Said John.
“That’s what Frederick the II said when he ate his last meal here before they beheaded him.”
“Euugghh!” Said Sally.
“So do you watch alot of Marx Brothers movies, Mr Museum Keeper.”
“When I have nothing better to do, yes. Now please be careful what you say or else I’ll throw my dirty handkerchief in your plate.” He smirked.
Sally kicked John’s legs under the table, ushering him to keep quiet. After all, they were guests here.
“I want to thank you sincerely, from the bottom of my heart.” Said Sally. “Er, both our hearts I mean.”
“Hey, slow down, one beat at a time.” “Thank you, thank you.” He stood up and took a bow.” John helped himself to some tomato soup and scattered bread crumbs inside.
“Mmmm, this is really delicious. Did you prepare it may I ask?”
“No. That was Charaal my wife.” They both turned to one another.
“Well there’s no need to look so surprised. I ma be old but a man needs his share of companionship.”
“Charaal must be quite old I imagine.” Said Sally. “Is she not joining us for dinner?”

Late Night Campfire Stories, A witty old museum keeper and Charaal

“No, she prefers to stay on her own most of the time. It’s just this place. I think it’s effected both of us. We’ve been here for a long time.”
John finished his soup and helped himself to a bowl of nuts. Suddenly, he began to chirp and started hopping around on two legs. He saw a wall and climbed up on it.
“Aaaah!” Screamed Sally. “W…What’s happened to John?”
“I’m sorry, it must be the left-overs the squirrels decided to leave behind.” “Don’t worry, the effect will wear off. In the meantime, come on, I’ll show you around the place and if we’re lucky, we might catch a glimpse of Charaal.” He raised both his eyebrows mischievously. Sally followed him out, still staring at John who was munching nuts on the wall. He tossed one at her.
The museum consisted of very large halls and there were narrow corridors that appeared every few metres that led to another direction. There were benches to sit as well. The animal and human exhibits were moulded in plastic and clay whilst the older relics were seemingly original fossils and excavations of birds, mammals and reptiles. Suddenly, John appeared from behind.
“Hey, wait for me.” Sally gave him a tight hug.
“John, you’re alright, thank goodness. You were behaving like a squirrel and munching nuts on the wall.”
“Was I?” He scratched his head with his left hand. Sally burst out laughing at his lost expression. Suddenly. the museum keeper was not there.
“Now where did he go? Quipped John.
“Oh my gosh, look!” The museum keeper was crawling on the floor on his stomach, sliding along.” John and Sally couldn’t resist laughing.
“Hah hah hah hah hah hah hah hah hah!” Laughed John.
“Ahh aahh haa haa haa haa haa. Hee hee hee hee hee!” Laughed Sally.
“Go on, laugh if you must.” Replied the museum keeper. “But I must remind you that this musuem belongs to me and my wife and I can do as I please.”

Late Night Campfire Stories, A witty old museum keeper and Charaal

“But what are you doing!?” Cried John, hysterically.
“I do snail-paces at this time every night. It helps stimulate and strengthen my digestive tract, if you must know, but don’t you try it. It’s just something I do that works for me.” He stood up and brushed the dust off his clothes. Suddenly, they heard an oboe playing in the background.
“Charaal!” Said the museum keeper and ran forwards and vanished down the corridor.
“Quick, let’s follow him.” Said John and held Sally’s right hand. Both ran and caught a glimpse of him just as he shut a door. He could be heard talking to Charaal.
“Alright, this is the big moment. Are you ready, Sally?”
“I’m with you all the way.” “Here goes, one, two, three!” John turned the handle and barged in with Sally.
“Oh my God! This can’t be true!” Said John, turning to Sally in deep surprise. There before them stood the museum keeper and beside him was a giant pink squid in a tank. Oboe music played in the background from two speakers connected to a dvd player.
The museum keeper turned to them and said, in a soft voice,
“Meet Charaal. Isn’t she beautiful.”
“Pleased to meet you, John and Sally. I hope you enjoyed your meal. I made it with my own tentacles.”
“Aaahhhh!” They screamed.
The End.

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