Halloween By Day: Tales for the Good Children

Tale 1: The Witch's Vengeance

The breeze violently pushed against her face as she flew through the sky of black. She was hovering over a small town that had barely any children in it. But she had a hunch that she was going to see something there that she couldn’t miss. A large clock tower seemed to race up to her, but really it was vice versa. Her somewhat superior vision allowed her to notice a slight movement from inside the clock tower.

         Silently, she soared up to the side of the clock tower, and suddenly slammed on the wall of it. Shrieking bats flew from a large crack in the clock tower, frightened by the giggling woman, resting on a thin yet sturdy broom. Her long, messy, blonde hair flowed from under her black hat. She was dressed in a purple dress with a black poncho over it and large, black rain boots. She had crinkly skin and a large wart on the tip of her nose.

         Winifred looked just like a cartoon witch in a children’s Halloween book, and that’s what she was. Not a corny illustration, but an actual Wicca. She peered down below her, and saw a small, black cat carefully walking across the tips of a white fence. She soared down to it, and hollered loudly at it. The feline took one look at her, and fell off the fence. As the cat hit the ground, Winifred laughed to herself.

         “They never miss one. Always landing on their feet! Amazing creatures, they are.” She remarked. As the cat scurried away, she saw a bright jack-o-lantern glowing in the distance. She smiled, and soared over to it. She loved Halloween! The excitement in the air, the happy kids going from door to door, free candy, and the costumes, especially! But something was completely wrong with this small suburban town she was in. There were absolutely no trick-or-treaters there.

         But happy singing interrupted her thoughts. She turned around to see two of the cutest little children she had ever seen before.

         One was a boy, and was dressed like a monkey. The other one was a girl, and was dressed like an elephant. Together, they sang a song so sweet and so precious, that the cold, heartless witch fell under the song’s magical power. She lifted her hands and clasped them together, batting her eyes and smiling from ear to ear. The boy gently held the girl’s hand as they started up a house’s driveway.

         Happily, they stepped onto the completely white porch, and the girl rang the doorbell. They remained singing, until the house’s owner opened the door and stared tiredly at the two kids. They smiled brightly at him and shouted, “Trick or treat!”

         Winifred already didn’t like the neighbor. He seemed indifferent for the holiday. There were no Halloween decorations around his house, nor did it seem like he had a bowl of candy with him. Already, he was dressed in a night robe and slippers even though it was 8:00 PM. He glared at the kids, and then pulled out a large bowl filled to the brim with candy.

         “You kids want dis?” he groaned. The kids happily nodded their heads. Suddenly, the man put down the bowl of candy, and took out a bowl that looked like it was filled with mud. “Sorry, but you’re going a have a enjoy dis instead!” As he shouted this, he poured all of the mud into the kid’s trick-or-treat bags. Quickly, he reached up to a thick piece of rope.

         Winifred saw that the rope was connected to a bucket directly above the two kids. “No!” she shrieked. The man violently tugged on the rope, and the bucket spilled, showering the two kids with water. Their costumes started filling with water as the man cackled hysterically.

         “Happy Halloween, kids!” he laughed. He slammed the door on the two crying kids.

         “They’re ruined, Sally!” cried the boy. They dropped their bags of candy onto the porch and tried to get the water out of their costumes.  Worriedly, Winifred raced up to the porch and rested her hands on the two kids’ shoulders.