Just a thought in Time: contest book

Tick Tock

Tick tock. Here I am, standing before this clock at midnight. My crazy aunt says it's a witches clock and that I'll witness Halloween in a different time. 

Sighing, I tapped my foot. One minute to go. Tick tock.  There are no lights on in the streets. Thirty seconds. Tick tock.

Ten. Nine. Eight. I roll my eyes. Six. Five. If I am caught up this late I'm going to be grounded. Three. Two. One. Tick tock.

Nothing. Groaning, I turn around expecting to see the stupid over stuffed Lazy Boy that my father loves so much. But instead...there's a field. A large open brown field. I spin back around and the fireplace and clock are gone. All I can hear from my home is the faint tick tock from the clock.

The sun's setting, casting its purple glow across the sky. I hear music in the distance. I take off in a sprint towards it. I cannot believe that the clock actually worked. My aunt wasn't crazy. 

In my inner ramblings I run into someone. They hit the ground, hard, dropping the food from their arms. "I am so sorry!" I bend down to help them, her eyes meet mine. She looks me over, her eyebrows knitted together, then...a smile creeps across her face.

"Come child. We mustn't be late." She takes my hand in hers and hands me some of the food, and scoops up a bag. "The food is for the offering. We appease the gods this way and ask for a safe winter and gracious planting season." she shoves me behind a tree, "Get dressed. You stand out too much."

I gaped at her, she wore her hair back in this white cap and long sleeved brown dress with a stained apron. "Where am I?" I asked as I emerged wearing identical clothing to hers.

"Don't ask child. Just know that I know who you are." she speaks quickly. Once I am dressed she pulled me with her into another field. A large bonfire is sitting there waiting. A table off to the side where she places the food and nudges me to do the same. We pass by a woman in a blanket. She had paint all down her face.

"Children of the night! Welcome to Samhain." she pointed to a man who brought her a cup.  She drank her fill. He did the same and passed it around the large gathering. "Light the fire!" She disrobed as the flames danced higher on the pyre. Cheering and yelling erupted from around us.

"Come!" the woman who helped me grabbed my hand and pulled me into the dance. I laughed. It was exhilarating. I could feel the drink racing through my blood, my vision blurred as I spun around. I'm pretty sure I kissed someone.

 Then, I wake up  in my living room on my father's lazy boy. I smiled as I took myself up to bed, hearing the clock on the mantle.  Tick tock.