I feel a little sorry for today’s children. They don’t get to experience Halloween as we did. I remember going block to block, houses all lit up, jack-o-lanterns out; coming home with a bag full of treats. In my day we received homemade goodies as well as store bought candy.
When my children were young, our
neighborhood was chock full of children and in groups, they would go house to
house finally coming home with a bag filled with treats. The world had gotten weird enough even then
that I checked everything in their bags before they got into any of it. But still, they had the fun of Trick ‘r’ Treat! around the neighborhood.
But
morning finally arrived, and the day was completely normal. Celia forgot all
about her dream, until the moment her parents reminded her that they would be
going out that night to celebrate their anniversary. Celia turned milk-white. In her dream, the white wolf had come to kill
her while her parents were out celebrating their anniversary! She started shaking and begging them not to
go. Her parents were astonished at her
behavior, and finally shamed her into staying home alone that night.
Fearfully, Celia locked herself into the house as soon as her parents left, checking every door and every window. She tried to laugh it off as she got into bed, and finally she shook off her irrational fear and fell asleep.
Celia
snapped awake suddenly, every muscle tense. She heard the tinkling of falling
glass from a broken window, and the snuffling sound of a snout pressed to the
floor. It was the sound of a hunting
wolf. A werewolf. Real wolves did not break into houses when
there was plenty of game outside. She could hear the click-clicking of the
creature’s claws on the wooden floor. The
musky, foul smell of wet animal fur combined with the meaty breath of a
carnivore, drifted into the room.
She
could hear the werewolf’s panting right outside her bedroom. Then her body was
out of bed and she sped
through the bathroom and down the back stairs. She heard a soft growl and then the sound of
animal feet pursuing her as she raced down the steps and tore open the back
door. She ran across the sharp gravel driveway
toward the shed with its shovels and tools. Anything she could use as a weapon. But the huge, red-eyed wolf was suddenly
between her and the toolshed, stalking toward her. The cold wind pierced her skin as she turned
and fled around the side of the house. She
gasped as the white wolf howled and took off after her. She could hear the terrifying sound of the
creature’s pounding feet.
Faster,
faster, she commanded her legs, panting desperately against the fear choking
her. She would run around the house and back down the driveway, she thought.
She felt the wolf snap at her back leg and felt the sting of teeth and she ran
faster.
The
wolf veered away from her suddenly, and she felt a rush of hope. She couldn’t hear the wolf now, couldn’t see
it in the cloud-darkened night. To her
intense relief, she heard the sound of a car coming down the road in front of
her house. Her parents were back and
would save her!
Then her heart stopped in panic as she turned the last corner and saw the shape of the white wolf as it stood balanced on the porch railing right in front of her. It sprang upon Celia, huge teeth tearing into her flesh and ripping out her throat. She fell under the weight of its body, hot blood spilling all over the ground, and died seconds after she hit the ground. One minute later, her parent's car pulled into the driveway, its headlights blinding the white wolf as it pulled toward the house. Frightened, the wolf backed away from its kill and then ran away.
Spooky Texas Retold by S.E.
Schlosser
Two Hours Later . . . . Step Two
Bwahahahahahahaha Step Three
Happy Halloween!
31 Oct 2020