Halloween By Day: Tales for the Good Children

Tale 4: Purple Blood

Every Halloween, something magical and mysterious happens in the Andersons’ backyard. They never knew about this very special celebration. But it happened nevertheless. The Andersons didn’t have a normal backyard that was infested with bugs and natural wildlife. Their backyard was infested with pixies. Pixies are thought of as cute little creatures with lovely butterfly-like wings and human-like bodies. But real pixies look slightly different.

Pixies have six black and beady eyes on the tip of their heads. They have no noses, but they have large mouths with two rows of small yet destructive teeth. They have four legs, two arms, and a pair of small wings similar to a dragonfly’s. Their skin is an ugly grey color that camouflaged them in the dark. They usually use their special powers for blooming flowers, making and melting frost, and spreading dew. But when they are threatened, they can use their powers to kill.

Every Halloween at twelve in the morning, every single pixy in the world comes out from their living quarters (trees, underground, etc.) and animates the flowers of the nearest yard to have a midnight dance with. It is a marvelous yet eerie sight to see. The animated flowers stagger and fall clumsily. Sometimes, a pixie would fly into the sky with a flower and glide it across the black sky.

One specific Halloween, Bill Anderson snuck out of bed five minutes before Halloween. Bill was the son, and was also into surgeries and disturbing experiments. He was currently studying how pixies are very real creatures. But he wanted to see for himself. He instantly yearned to experiment on a real life pixie. He grabbed a flashlight and a net and snuck down the stairs.

When he reached the backdoor, he peered out of its window and marveled at the wondrous magic taking place outside. Pixies emerged from all around his backyard. They flew over to the large group of poison ivy growing near the fence. The poison ivy leaves moved together as if the plant had three heads. Roots snaked out of the dirt and placed themselves on its pixie’s arms for support. One by one, the poison ivy plants were drifted into the sky to dance with their corresponding pixie.

Bill thought this was the perfect time to catch a pixie, and he opened his backdoor. He could hear the buzzing of the pixie’s wings all around him. He turned on his flashlight and shined it at the pixies. Once the light hit one of the pixies, the creature let out a long and loud shriek. Suddenly, all of the pixies were shrieking in terror and buzzing fast around Bill. He started to swat at them like flies.

As one flew past his face, he swat it so hard that it came crashing to the grass. The shrieking of the pixies became louder. Poison ivy leaves were falling on top of Bill, and he tried to brush them away. But when they fell on top of Bill, they were still animated. The plants crawled and stumbled around Bill, touching his entire face. Bill pulled and clawed at them, but they resisted coming off.

 But he eventually tore the plants to shreds and threw them to the ground. The pixies’ shrieking became even louder and they buzzed right past his face. But when Bill looked down, he saw the pixie that had crashed to the ground. He picked it up with his net, and raced towards the backdoor to escape the shrieking pixies. He pulled it open and rushed inside. Once he was in, he quickly shut the door and locked it. He didn’t want any of the pixies to get inside his house.

Surprisingly, the pixies’ shrieks didn’t wake up anybody. Bill looked at the lifeless body of the pixie in the net. It looked so peaceful. He thought he must have killed it. He reached inside the net and took out the pixie. Its presence was so surreal, but there he was holding it. He smiled to himself, thinking of the stuff he could find out when he dissected it.

Suddenly, the pixie snapped to life and flew into his face. It shrieked loudly in his ears and clawed at his eyes. Bill quickly grabbed it and flung it at the wall. Since he was in the kitchen, he grabbed the pixie and stuffed it into the sink. He blasted on the hot water so it pounded violently on the pixie’s wings. With his free hand, he grabbed his mom’s butcher knife and stabbed it into the pixie’s body.

The water kept on running on the dead body, mixing itself with the pixie’s purple blood down the drain. “Purple blood?” Bill muttered to himself. A noise came from upstairs, signaling his parents awakening. Bill smiled, thankful that the water got rid of the evidence that he had a dead pixie in his hand. He snuck into the pantry and waited for his parents to go back to bed.

His parents made a very quick visit downstairs. When they saw that nobody was awake except them, they stupidly walked back upstairs. Bill exited the pantry. He knew his parents would never decide to check the pantry. They were too tired to. He looked at the window and frowned. The pixies weren’t flying around anymore. But Bill shrugged it off and went into his bedroom.

Bill’s bedroom was filled with science experiment equipment like beakers, scissors, scalpels, blades, needles, tweezers, and microscopes. He had a fresh dissecting panel set for his dead pixie. He placed the pixie on the dissecting panel and pried its body open with tweezers. More purple blood oozed out, which wasn’t a worry. He could clean it up very easily. When he started taking out separate organs, he heard a soft buzzing sound.

He turned his head and looked around his room. He didn’t see anything, so he went back to work. Yet he heard the buzzing again. He stood up and frantically paced across his room. He knew this time that he definitely heard something coming from his room. He pulled out a scalpel to defend himself with. He carefully stepped through his room. He looked at his closet, and headed up to it. He grabbed the knob, and pulled open his closet.

He didn’t see anything, so he kept on looking around his room. He headed back to the dissecting panel, only to drop the scalpel in shock. The organs of the pixie were scattered all over his desk, instead of the neat line he left them in. He suddenly heard something fly by behind him. He turned around and nervously eyed his room. He bent down to pick up his scalpel. It was right next to his bed.

When he bent down to pick it up, dozens of pixies flew from under his bed and dove straight at him. He swatted and swung at them with the scalpel, but there were too many. They clawed his face and bit down into his skin. One of them bit hard onto his hand and he dropped the scalpel.

 The scratches on his face started to get bigger and bigger as the poison ivy started to take an affect on him. Some of the pixies were waving their hands in odd ways. Bill realized that they were placing a spell on him. It wasn’t long before he was totally paralyzed.  Once he was paralyzed, the pixies backed away for a moment.

When they were in one giant group, they heaved themselves at Bill. The force of their push was so strong that he went flying out of his window. Bill rolled down the roof, glass creating new cuts all over his body. When he hit the gutter, his body slammed hard on the ground.

The sound of the window breaking woke up Bill’s parents. When they realized that Bill fell out of the window, they immediately called the ambulance. Bill was rushed to the hospital and Mrs. Anderson decided to stay with him. Mr. Anderson went back home to check on Bill’s sister, Stacey. He went into Bill’s room first to see what happened that he fell out of the window.

He found a scalpel on the floor, and glass from the broken window. When he headed over to the dissecting panel, he saw all of Bill’s tools scattered everywhere. But the strangest thing was the purple blood that was all over the room. Most of it was on the dissecting panel. He cleaned it up and drove Stacey to the hospital, but he never forgot about that mysterious purple blood.