Speaker 1: Welcome to micro Terrors, scary stories for kids where it's
Speaker 1: always the spooky season, full of chills, thrills and spine
Speaker 1: tingling spooks. Micro Terrors are family friendly frights for those
Speaker 1: ages eight and up, and while our stories are for
Speaker 1: younger years, we are still talking about things that go
Speaker 1: bump in the night, and some children may not be
Speaker 1: able to handle what others can. Parental consent is recommended
Speaker 1: now for tonights micro terror. This house is trying to
Speaker 1: eat me by Fiona Cosgrove. It did, though, Molly said,
Speaker 1: slamming her hands on the dining table. Orange juice sloshed
Speaker 1: over the side of Ted's cup, and the milk and
Speaker 1: his cereal teetered precariously close to the rim of his bowl.
Speaker 1: There was a moment of pause while Ted looked at
Speaker 1: the chaos on his plate. Then the toddler erupted in
Speaker 1: an almighty whale. Wo Molly's mom rubbed her temples with
Speaker 1: her fingers, like she always did when Molly was telling
Speaker 1: one of her stories. There there, said Molly's dad, as
Speaker 1: he picked Teddy up from his high chair and wiped
Speaker 1: orange juice from his hands. Honestly, Mollie, one more story
Speaker 1: like that, and there will be big consequences.
Speaker 2: It's not a story. Molly stood firm. She put her
Speaker 2: hands on her waist and dared her parents to say
Speaker 2: it again. It has giant brown teeth and a big
Speaker 2: red tongue. The fridge really did try to eat my finger.
Speaker 2: Molly's mom pushed away from the table and took Teddy
Speaker 2: from her husband's arms. I can't, she said, simply waving
Speaker 2: a hand in Molly's direction. You'll have to deal with
Speaker 2: this today. Molly didn't wait for her dad to give
Speaker 2: her another scolding, saving him some time, she threw her
Speaker 2: head back and headed straight for the staircase that led
Speaker 2: to her room. And stay up there until you apologize,
Speaker 2: he yelled after her. Molly stopped all the way up
Speaker 2: the stairs until she reached the landing. Then she pounded
Speaker 2: her feet extra hard until she reached her bedroom. With
Speaker 2: a thumping flack. She slammed the bedroom door shut, not
Speaker 2: before yelling it wasn't a stormy. Molly flopped onto her bed,
Speaker 2: holding her finger up to the window. It hadn't been
Speaker 2: a story, not really a tiny embellishment, maybe just a
Speaker 2: whisker of exaggeration. The fridge really had caught her finger,
Speaker 2: and she was sure it probably would have tried to
Speaker 2: eat it if she hadn't managed to pull it out
Speaker 2: in time. She had kind of seen teeth, though it
Speaker 2: could have been the eggs that sat in the top shelf,
Speaker 2: and there was a chance that the tongue might have
Speaker 2: been the leftover ham from the night before, but either way,
Speaker 2: she was fairly certain the fridge had in fact tried
Speaker 2: to gobble up her finger, and she wasn't going to
Speaker 2: admit otherwise. Hours passed as she sat in her room,
Speaker 2: her belly grumbling and her mouth dry. She wished she
Speaker 2: had thought to take a glass of water or bowl
Speaker 2: of cereal for her all day strike. Downstairs, she heard
Speaker 2: her mom pottering in the living room while her dad
Speaker 2: was out the back pushing Teddy on the swing. She
Speaker 2: slid off her bed and walked over to the window.
Speaker 2: The sun was beaming down on the backyard, Teddy squealing
Speaker 2: with delight as moll Dad pushed him higher and higher.
Speaker 2: That used to be Molly on that swing, used to
Speaker 2: be her dad telling her to aim her feet for
Speaker 2: the clouds. While her mom made sandwiches and brought out
Speaker 2: fresh lemonade for all of them. To have a picnic.
Speaker 2: But things were different since Teddy arrived. He was okay,
Speaker 2: a ball of wrinkly flash and a butt that emitted
Speaker 2: toxic sludge. But as far as babies went, yeah, he
Speaker 2: was pretty good. Mollie actually quite liked Teddy, but she
Speaker 2: missed her parents. Was that why she told big stories? Maybe,
Speaker 2: or maybe it really was that the house was out
Speaker 2: to swallow her. First there was the water hose incident.
Speaker 2: Mollie had sworn it had wrapped itself around her foot
Speaker 2: when she was walking to the veggie patch. It even
Speaker 2: twisted its way around her waist and was creeping up
Speaker 2: to her neck when her dad found her. Impossible, he
Speaker 2: had said, But Mollie had been It was moving, she
Speaker 2: had proclaimed. No One had believed her, but they comforted
Speaker 2: her anyway. Sure it was love, her mom had said,
Speaker 2: giving her a tight squeeze. Then there was the microwave.
Speaker 2: Mollie had heard it in the middle of the night.
Speaker 2: It beaped her name. She wasn't sure how it could
Speaker 2: beat the name Mollie, but she had definitely heard it.
Speaker 2: She woke up with a fright and snuck downstairs to
Speaker 2: see what was going on. By the time her parents
Speaker 2: had woken up. Mollie was stuffing the microwave with bags
Speaker 2: of frozen peas to keep it quiet. Tiny little green
Speaker 2: gems were scattered across the entire kitchen. Mollie Her mom
Speaker 2: had said an air of annoyance about her this time,
Speaker 2: come on, Maul's. Her dad had taken her by the
Speaker 2: arm and put her back to sleep. Things had taken
Speaker 2: a turn by the time Molly declared the wood fire
Speaker 2: in the living room was trying to burn her alive.
Speaker 2: It was spitting flames, she told her parents. Look. She
Speaker 2: held out her arm to show spots of pink, raw flesh.
Speaker 2: The flames were big and red, and when I tried
Speaker 2: to turn it down, the door flew open and a
Speaker 2: giant mouth made out of flames burst out. Mollie. That's
Speaker 2: about enough, her mom had said, with ted tightly against
Speaker 2: her chest as she attempted to stamp out a smoldering
Speaker 2: flame in the rug with her foot. Molly's dad had
Speaker 2: rushed in with a fire extinguisher and promptly put out
Speaker 2: the tiny spotfires that Mollie was to be blamed for.
Speaker 2: This is getting dangerous, mauls, He had said, his brows
Speaker 2: furrowing Mollie was certain all of those events really did happen.
Speaker 2: The house really was trying to eat her. But as
Speaker 2: her belly gurgled and her tongue felt like sandpaper, she
Speaker 2: could feel an apology nudging at the back of her throat.
Speaker 2: When she couldn't hold it back any longer. With a huff,
Speaker 2: she conceded, fine, she pad it out her bedroom. Peering
Speaker 2: out the door, Molly heard the back door swing open,
Speaker 2: and her mom greet Teddy with a big wow, Look
Speaker 2: how high you are. Molly headed for the staircase. Still
Speaker 2: angry about having to apologize. She was still grumbling to
Speaker 2: herself as she took the first step. On her second step,
Speaker 2: mid thought about that microwave and the frozen Peas the
Speaker 2: balustrade began to shake, Molly gripped the railing as she
Speaker 2: looked down and saw a giant crack in the stairs
Speaker 2: appear beneath her feet. It traveled down the stairs like
Speaker 2: a lightning bolt, wood splintering along the raw edges. Oh no,
Speaker 2: she whispered. The wooden staircase creaked and groaned, and then
Speaker 2: with one giant snap, it pulled completely apart. Hemp. Molly
Speaker 2: screamed as each of her feet got stuck on opposite
Speaker 2: sides of the stairs beneath her the giant black maw
Speaker 2: the staircase opened wide. Mom, Dad, help, she screamed again.
Speaker 2: From the top of the stairs. She could see out
Speaker 2: to the backyard, where neither her mom or her dad
Speaker 2: was looking over. That's not an apology, her dad yelled
Speaker 2: through the open door, without bothering to look up. It's
Speaker 2: the stairs, Molly squealed. They're trying to eat me. Molly's
Speaker 2: mother didn't even reply. Instead, she picked Teddy up and
Speaker 2: began discussing the cost of steak at the supermarket with
Speaker 2: Molly's dad. The dark cavern beneath the staircase was widening.
Speaker 2: It was pitch black and seemed to Molly like it
Speaker 2: continued on for eternity. As the two halves at the
Speaker 2: staircase pried apart. Molly had nowhere to go, please, she yelled,
Speaker 2: her knuckles white as she gripped the railing, staring desperately
Speaker 2: out into the backyard. Teddy was perched over Molly's mum's shoulder,
Speaker 2: and just as Molly's feet slipped from the polished wood
Speaker 2: and she began to fall into the dark, nothing Teddy
Speaker 2: wailed and cawed. He slapped his mother's shoulder and pointed
Speaker 2: in inside the house to where Molly's fingers were disappearing
Speaker 2: from the balustrade Molly. Molly's parents yelled as they came
Speaker 2: dashing inside the house, but it was too late. Mollie
Speaker 2: felt herself falling, falling, falling, until with a thud, she
Speaker 2: landed against a hard wood floor. Above her, the staircase
Speaker 2: began to close, the tapestry of snapped wood weaving itself
Speaker 2: back together. No, her dad screamed, throwing himself against the staircase.
Speaker 2: He reached his hand into the darkness, the wood, unable
Speaker 2: to patch itself together around his arm. Mollie sat upright,
Speaker 2: gingerly gazing around. She couldn't see much from within the
Speaker 2: belly of the house, but as she looked up to
Speaker 2: the slivers of light sneaking around her dad's arm, she
Speaker 2: could clearly make out the panic etched on both her
Speaker 2: parents' faces. With a smugness that filled her empty belly
Speaker 2: and warmed her cheeks, Mollie lazily leaned against the wall
Speaker 2: behind her and crossed her arms over her chest. I
Speaker 2: towed the house was trying.
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