It had been a really weird kind of Halloween. Well, weirder than usual. I mean, ghosties and ghoulies are not really all that common in normal circumstances. Whatever normal is. But on Halloween you EXPECT to see ghosties and ghoulies. Except that she didn’t. Well, not exactly. Carol, I mean.
It had been quite a busy day at school. The Maths
teacher had given the class enough homework to last a year, Carol felt. She was no good at Maths. Still, she had Halloween to look forward to.
It was one one of those times Carol really enjoyed. Seeing all the little kids in their outfits, the lighted pumpkins in windows. Oh yes, it was a great time.
Carol climbed onto the school bus to go home. It went through all the villages, and she was the last one to be dropped off. That meant it was quite late by the time she got home. It was certainly dark.
As the bus drew up at the bus stop, Carol immediately felt that something was not quite right. There were no street lights on, and no lights on in any of the houses.
She got off the bus, and watched it disappear into the distance. Everywhere was deserted. What on earth had happened?
Carol began to shiver. She was scared. Where were Mum and Dad? Where was her little brother? Where were Granny and Grandad?
Hitching her satchel up onto her shoulder, she began to walk. Her teeth, by now, were chattering, partly with cold, and partly with fear. She hardly knew where she was, with no street lights, or anything. There wasn’t even a dog barking.
She was starting to get hungry. It seemed a long time since lunch time. And even then, she had only had one apple.
As she passed the ancient church she looked up into the sky, and there it was that she saw it. A HUGE witch. It seemed to cover the whole sky. It was laughing in a kind of manic way, then occasionally grimacing. Carol screamed. But the witch didn’t go.
Then it started to speak. “I’ve already taken everyone else, and now I’m coming for you.”
Carol stood, paralysed.
Suddenly, there was a huge flash in the sky, and the witch disappeared. Then, just as suddenly, the church bells started to ring wildly.
Carol started to run. She ran and ran, dropping her satchel on the ground as she went. Soon, she was exhausted. She began to walk around like a zombie.
Then, suddenly, she saw old Mr. Grocock, the farmer coming towards her. She ran up to him.
“Oh Mr. Grocock, what happened?”
“Aarrggh,” said Mr. Grocock. “’Tis the night of ghosties and ghoulies. Come on. Let’s go back to the church. We’ll be safe there.”
They made their way back to the church. The bells had stopped ringing. And when they got there, there was no church any more. It had gone. Disappeared.
Carol and Mr. Grocock looked at each other, then clung onto each other.
“Come on my dear. It’ll be alright in the morning. It must be something to do with that cheese that I ate.”