Star Light

A Lucky Peddle

(Short Story)

As a witch, you do not have to be any different from him or her, the craft is different and that makes us appear that way.

A young girl named Cherry, red curly locks, light orange freckles across her two cheeks and nose. Cherry was twelve at the time when she notice she felt more then shadows of shapes moving on walls in her room in December, the winds where talking to her though her open creaked window beside her bed table lay a little peddle that wasn't there before, she pulls the bed covers off of her legs as she embraces the floor beneath her, the carpet felt soft; like it has never been steeped on before and the little peddle glow brighter then normal. Cherry hasn't touch the peddle yet but she feels in her bones that she needs too.

++Before we get into what happens next to Cherry let me explain what plays in her mind normally:

Cherry's fear clowns so when she see's a dark shadow near the staircase walking through the hallway, she feels pretty much uncomfortable. A clown stands there and stares at her, sometimes its laughing lightly, sometime it nodes his head and even if this is in her mind; it always seems like its really there until she blinks a couple of times and see's darkens again.

My theory on this is that the clown is a symbol of things that is warning her, to that I am not sure what of, you'll just have to found out. +++

Cherry:- The clown is screaming at me, I feel my heart bounce faster then normal, the clown starts running towards me; I shut my eyes tight and open them up again quickly. The clown is gone as I hold the peddle in my right fist.

My eyes burn of light as I cover them. "Are you alright Cherry?"

Its my dad?

"Yeah ...why? Can you please turn off the light?"

Dad dims the light down. "You were making hissing noises"

I shrug my shoulders. I had no idea what he was talking about.

++Cherry on that night; on the full moon, gave her a lucky peddle and although she did not know it. She never saw that clown; it never appeared. Cherry only became aware of it when she did a spirit board at school camp with a bunch of friends, she forgot her peddle at home and while playing the board she got attacked and peed her pants. Everyone was calling her bed wetter girl and laughing, the three nights she slept she always woke up screaming, all her friends asked her if she was okay but like usual she was unknown she did it, her friends believed and so they told her she was being controlled in her sleep . When she got back home the next three days she didn't go school and slept in her bed as her peddle lay on your bed head. The next day she put the peddle in her bag and off to school she went. It was like nothing at all happened and even the whispers of the others didn't flout around the school. ++