Two stories of Halloween-Happy Halloween

Hallowe’en House

It was Hallowe’en night and the weather reminded of that night forty years ago when Bobby Winters had invited me to a secret Hallowe’en dance. Sixteen and beyond excited that my crush had asked me. I had dressed carefully as a wraith, a silk white floor length dress covered by a white torn sheet and a silk white scarf covering my head. I remembered how Bobby had looked in his pirate suit. 

I stepped across the threshold of the old house and in my mind I shivered. It was older and more decrepit then I remembered. I heard the front floorboards creak, waiting as I had every Hallowe’en night for Bobby to come and join me. Tonight Bobby answered my invitation. 

Bobby came closer wielding a flashlight, I heard him gasp. I pulled my silk scarf closer to my head.

 “You said you deserve to be paid and then you and your friends lured me, raped me and killed me,” I uttered as I reached in and grabbed Bobby’s still beating heart.

Bobby’s body was found by some children a few days later. The town talked about pulling the old house down but nothing has been done… yet. There have been mysteriously deaths in the old house, a rash of heart attacks the coroner claims. People are afraid of the house, but they need not be; there’s only one person left that need fear the Hallowe’en house, all the rest of my murderers are dead.  

Happy Hallowe’en!!

©Sheilagh Lee October 21, 2016

Co-existence

    We were all gathered in the great hall ready for the meeting. Night had fallen hours ago and shadows now filled the corners of the room. The house  we loved and lived in was to be shown at the end of the week. It would be sold and we'd have to leave. We were united something must be done but days had passed since we heard and nothing had been done yet.

      The real estate agent came in with the first prospect and we hid in the shadows. It would do to be seen. Jack skillfully made the curtains blow as if in a breeze then the floorboards.

    “It worked Nita,” Jack said to me.

     The person made excuses and left. More people came in and we all did our part frightening them. Then one day the sign changed to SOLD.

    A month went by and then Paul and his two children, Susie and Erin moved in and we thought we’d have to move; but it turned out the children liked us. Apparently a ghostly maid, Annie a butler, Harrison and a couple of ghostly gentry,  Jack and me, Juanita, that was until he met her. 

    We saw Karen from a distance as we hid in the shadows. Karen was lithe and walked like a ballet dancer should. She seemed genuinely nice and we rejoiced that Paul and his children would have a wife and mother. Paul seemed to think she'd be terrified of us and refused to let us meet her. We didn't want to hurt his feelings so we pretended to let it go; but when he said he would marry her and she’d yet to meet us we demanded to be seen.  Paul said we had to go where ever ghosts went and we pretended that we would; but the truth is we had found family something we had never found alive. Susie and Erin had become the grandchildren Jack and I never had and Paul like our own son. We discussed it with our servants, Annie and Harrison and they too felt they couldn't leave them to their own devices. They needed us. After all who would clean the house? Make the meals? Stroke the fires and draw the baths? Help the children with their manners and homework? Who would Paul trust to watch the children when he worked and they didn't go to school? Karen traveled with the ballet company. She couldn't always be here.

     We hid until Karen moved in and then we reappeared. Karen almost fainted she was so frightened but showing the pluck that made Paul love her she straightened her back and asked,"Who are you?"

     We answered all her questions along with Susie and Erin who had entered the room at the correct time as we had practiced. Karen decided it might be nice to have ghostly family in the mansion as Erin and Susie told her all we did. Paul got over his anger at us pouncing on Karen and now  we all coexist happily in our big manor house in the country.  

©Sheilagh Lee October 27, 2016

Happy Hallow'een!!!

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