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October 31st
Two brilliantly white eyes twinkled and even appeared to wink, and then they were gone. The moon’s now bare face hid all its secrets as it sat like a king of the sky looking over its empire, its full plump face smugly silent. The boy looked up at the royal rock and frowned. Horns were sprouting from his head and he adjusted the long, wrinkled, slightly mouldy-looking nose attached to his face. He chomped down on the fangs in place in his mouth. The yellow canines shone slightly in the streetlight that he was waiting under.
Where are they? he thought. Then he heard a small spurt of laughter coming from the bushes behind him. He turned quickly to see a pointed hat poking out from the foliage. Another giggle. Below the hat were a set of eyes that sparkled, framed by dark eyeliner. Adjacent to these were another set that looked weary.
“Boo!” both the figures jumped out of the bush towards the boy. Despite knowing of their presence he still jumped back a little. “Alright there, Tommy? Good, good. Take a look at Pat!” the witch said.
Tommy immediately focused on Pat. He couldn’t help but laugh and his fangs fell out as he did so. “What are you?” he blurted out.
“What do you think?” snapped Pat. His apparently distressed face was totally orange with face paint and his costume was like a giant basketball inflated to fit over his body. On his head was a green stump. “Yes a pumpkin. A pumpkin! I can’t believe Emily made me wear this!”
“I think you look… cute,” giggled Emily.
Pat took a swing at her witch’s hat. “Let’s get going then.”
He then began to waddle awkwardly down the road to the first row of houses. Tommy and Emily followed, joking about the pumpkin costume as they went.
The trio had soon visited several houses and received a lot of bounty, contained within a sack swung over the witch’s shoulder. The street was surprisingly empty. Occasionally there was a burst of voices from somewhere nearby, but other than that there was total silence, with just the wind whistling amongst the three figures and surrounding trees that lined the street from top to bottom.
Tommy rapped on the next door with a hand covered in stuck on spikes. He arranged them as he withdrew the claw. No reply. Tommy shrugged and knocked again. The door creaked open slightly, revealing a warm glow from within. Emily lifted her hat, which had slid down, from her eyes and peered in. She slowly guided a hand neatly to the handle and began to push it.
“Hello, my dears!” a voice boomed down on the children, which made them all jump back, almost falling over each other. The voice cackled at this response. “Don’t be scared,” it paused again to laugh, “Come in! Come in! Plenty of goodies inside! Mmm…” the voice trailed off.
Pat was the first up and waddled in. The witch’s hand snapped back at the pumpkin, “What are you doing?”
“Didn’t you hear the words ‘plenty of goodies’?”
“You and your stomach will get us in trouble.”
This only gave Pat the pumpkin more determination. He pushed the door open, sighing as he did so. His eyes scanned the room. The lights were very dim and cobwebs littered the ceiling and surrounding shelves, which were at awkward angles. There was a musty old smell in the house, but warm glow from a crackling fire opposite the door made it comforting. In the centre of the room was a broad wooden desk, with books scattered on its surface. On top of one dusty pile of books was a perfectly circular emerald bowl. Shiny objects were inside. Pat’s eyes feasted on the bowl as he slowly edged towards it.
“What’s he doing?” whispered Tommy to Emily, both now standing behind Pat.
“Sweets… sweet sweets,” muttered Pat. He lent over the bowl and took the shiny objects. He quickly turned to the others and gave them a handful each. He then placed one in his mouth, “Delicious… lovely!”
Emily looked at Tommy who was now also tucking into a sweet. She then joined them by taking a bite. That is good, she thought, great even.
Suddenly the voice was back laughing. The house seemed to shudder, the walls shook and the shelves swung wildly around throwing books, pans, dust and anything else that was present on them, violently into the air. The children were thrown to the floor which seemed to be slipping away like sand under a foot. Part of the roof fell in with a large clatter; dirt flew up making the group cough and splutter. Moonlight flooded the room.
Both Emily and Tommy got up and ran out of the room, Pat tried to but his costume restricted his movement and was left rolling helplessly around the floor.
They waited in the garden. Then Emily suddenly noticed a broomstick, she had the strangest urge to sit on and fly. She lunged towards it with a giggle, Tommy looking on in bewilderment. He was about to ask what she was doing when he had a soaring pain in his hands. He looked down and was horrified. He pulled at the spikes but they wouldn’t budge, it was like they were part of him. Suddenly he noticed his nose and let out a silent scream. He put his hands to his face and tugged it. It didn’t move at all. It just hurt. Again he tried to scream but this time a roar came out. He stopped still.
Above his head against the moon’s face was the silhouette of Emily flying off into the night’s sky. He then ran off down the street in a mad rage.
Still rolling around the floor of the old house was Pat, but his limbs were no longer visible. His body had become perfectly round and totally orange. His new skin looked tough and waxy. A look of panic ran across his face he couldn’t feel anything. He tried to look down onto what should have been his body, but instead he just saw pumpkin. He squinted and then screamed as it hit him that he was actually a pumpkin. As he screamed he tumbled helpless around the wooden floor, picking up splinters in the pumpkin flesh as he did so. He let out yelps of pain. The house around him seemed to laugh at this spectacle.
Meanwhile high above the house Emily was zooming around the night sky. Her voice was not as loud as when she first started flying since it had become sore from laughing. Still she tried to cackle but all she could muster was a faint laugh followed by several dry coughs. Her last cough was quite heavy and rocked the broomstick. She tried to stabilise it but it was already plummeting towards the earth.
Back on the ground Tommy was still running. The run had now turned into more of a gallop: he was on all fours and travelling at a terrific pace. Suddenly he screeched to a halt. He needed something, something important to him. He used a clawed hand to scratch his head. Then he knew what he needed, he approached a house and went to the side of the building. Leaning against the side wall were three black, shiny bin bags. Tommy could smell what he was after. Food. More specifically he fancied chicken. He tore open the first bag and as he did so a banana skin became entangled with his index-finger’s claw. He shook it off and it slapped against the wall next to him. He split the second bag and peered in, not wanting another fruit related incident. He saw what he’d first smelt. He licked his lips. He pushed his hand through the opening in the bag.
Suddenly without warning he was crushed to the floor as Emily crashed on top of him. With a little cackle she collapsed onto the broken broomstick underneath her. Tommy also passed out from the shock of having a witch fall from the sky.
Many hours later as the moon fled the powerful rays of the Sun, Emily groaned as she stretched out her arms. Tommy also woke not far away on top of a pile of squashed rubbish. The smell was terrible. They both looked at each other with puzzled looks.
“What happened? Where are we?” they are asked each simultaneously.
A few streets away pumpkin Pat woke up from a sleep caused by his exhaustion from rolling around the floor for the most of the night. He immediately looked down at his body and let out a sigh of relief as he was no longer orange and completely spherical.
“Pat! Pat!” voices yelled outside the house.
Pat came running out and the three friends were reunited. They all looked nervously back at the house as they walked away, not quite knowing what happened last night.
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I know it's a bit late and I should've really posted it on the 31st but I've only just got round to it and it's only a bit of fun too. Hope you enjoyed it. :-)
Two brilliantly white eyes twinkled and even appeared to wink, and then they were gone. The moon’s now bare face hid all its secrets as it sat like a king of the sky looking over its empire, its full plump face smugly silent. The boy looked up at the royal rock and frowned. Horns were sprouting from his head and he adjusted the long, wrinkled, slightly mouldy-looking nose attached to his face. He chomped down on the fangs in place in his mouth. The yellow canines shone slightly in the streetlight that he was waiting under.
Where are they? he thought. Then he heard a small spurt of laughter coming from the bushes behind him. He turned quickly to see a pointed hat poking out from the foliage. Another giggle. Below the hat were a set of eyes that sparkled, framed by dark eyeliner. Adjacent to these were another set that looked weary.
“Boo!” both the figures jumped out of the bush towards the boy. Despite knowing of their presence he still jumped back a little. “Alright there, Tommy? Good, good. Take a look at Pat!” the witch said.
Tommy immediately focused on Pat. He couldn’t help but laugh and his fangs fell out as he did so. “What are you?” he blurted out.
“What do you think?” snapped Pat. His apparently distressed face was totally orange with face paint and his costume was like a giant basketball inflated to fit over his body. On his head was a green stump. “Yes a pumpkin. A pumpkin! I can’t believe Emily made me wear this!”
“I think you look… cute,” giggled Emily.
Pat took a swing at her witch’s hat. “Let’s get going then.”
He then began to waddle awkwardly down the road to the first row of houses. Tommy and Emily followed, joking about the pumpkin costume as they went.
The trio had soon visited several houses and received a lot of bounty, contained within a sack swung over the witch’s shoulder. The street was surprisingly empty. Occasionally there was a burst of voices from somewhere nearby, but other than that there was total silence, with just the wind whistling amongst the three figures and surrounding trees that lined the street from top to bottom.
Tommy rapped on the next door with a hand covered in stuck on spikes. He arranged them as he withdrew the claw. No reply. Tommy shrugged and knocked again. The door creaked open slightly, revealing a warm glow from within. Emily lifted her hat, which had slid down, from her eyes and peered in. She slowly guided a hand neatly to the handle and began to push it.
“Hello, my dears!” a voice boomed down on the children, which made them all jump back, almost falling over each other. The voice cackled at this response. “Don’t be scared,” it paused again to laugh, “Come in! Come in! Plenty of goodies inside! Mmm…” the voice trailed off.
Pat was the first up and waddled in. The witch’s hand snapped back at the pumpkin, “What are you doing?”
“Didn’t you hear the words ‘plenty of goodies’?”
“You and your stomach will get us in trouble.”
This only gave Pat the pumpkin more determination. He pushed the door open, sighing as he did so. His eyes scanned the room. The lights were very dim and cobwebs littered the ceiling and surrounding shelves, which were at awkward angles. There was a musty old smell in the house, but warm glow from a crackling fire opposite the door made it comforting. In the centre of the room was a broad wooden desk, with books scattered on its surface. On top of one dusty pile of books was a perfectly circular emerald bowl. Shiny objects were inside. Pat’s eyes feasted on the bowl as he slowly edged towards it.
“What’s he doing?” whispered Tommy to Emily, both now standing behind Pat.
“Sweets… sweet sweets,” muttered Pat. He lent over the bowl and took the shiny objects. He quickly turned to the others and gave them a handful each. He then placed one in his mouth, “Delicious… lovely!”
Emily looked at Tommy who was now also tucking into a sweet. She then joined them by taking a bite. That is good, she thought, great even.
Suddenly the voice was back laughing. The house seemed to shudder, the walls shook and the shelves swung wildly around throwing books, pans, dust and anything else that was present on them, violently into the air. The children were thrown to the floor which seemed to be slipping away like sand under a foot. Part of the roof fell in with a large clatter; dirt flew up making the group cough and splutter. Moonlight flooded the room.
Both Emily and Tommy got up and ran out of the room, Pat tried to but his costume restricted his movement and was left rolling helplessly around the floor.
They waited in the garden. Then Emily suddenly noticed a broomstick, she had the strangest urge to sit on and fly. She lunged towards it with a giggle, Tommy looking on in bewilderment. He was about to ask what she was doing when he had a soaring pain in his hands. He looked down and was horrified. He pulled at the spikes but they wouldn’t budge, it was like they were part of him. Suddenly he noticed his nose and let out a silent scream. He put his hands to his face and tugged it. It didn’t move at all. It just hurt. Again he tried to scream but this time a roar came out. He stopped still.
Above his head against the moon’s face was the silhouette of Emily flying off into the night’s sky. He then ran off down the street in a mad rage.
Still rolling around the floor of the old house was Pat, but his limbs were no longer visible. His body had become perfectly round and totally orange. His new skin looked tough and waxy. A look of panic ran across his face he couldn’t feel anything. He tried to look down onto what should have been his body, but instead he just saw pumpkin. He squinted and then screamed as it hit him that he was actually a pumpkin. As he screamed he tumbled helpless around the wooden floor, picking up splinters in the pumpkin flesh as he did so. He let out yelps of pain. The house around him seemed to laugh at this spectacle.
Meanwhile high above the house Emily was zooming around the night sky. Her voice was not as loud as when she first started flying since it had become sore from laughing. Still she tried to cackle but all she could muster was a faint laugh followed by several dry coughs. Her last cough was quite heavy and rocked the broomstick. She tried to stabilise it but it was already plummeting towards the earth.
Back on the ground Tommy was still running. The run had now turned into more of a gallop: he was on all fours and travelling at a terrific pace. Suddenly he screeched to a halt. He needed something, something important to him. He used a clawed hand to scratch his head. Then he knew what he needed, he approached a house and went to the side of the building. Leaning against the side wall were three black, shiny bin bags. Tommy could smell what he was after. Food. More specifically he fancied chicken. He tore open the first bag and as he did so a banana skin became entangled with his index-finger’s claw. He shook it off and it slapped against the wall next to him. He split the second bag and peered in, not wanting another fruit related incident. He saw what he’d first smelt. He licked his lips. He pushed his hand through the opening in the bag.
Suddenly without warning he was crushed to the floor as Emily crashed on top of him. With a little cackle she collapsed onto the broken broomstick underneath her. Tommy also passed out from the shock of having a witch fall from the sky.
Many hours later as the moon fled the powerful rays of the Sun, Emily groaned as she stretched out her arms. Tommy also woke not far away on top of a pile of squashed rubbish. The smell was terrible. They both looked at each other with puzzled looks.
“What happened? Where are we?” they are asked each simultaneously.
A few streets away pumpkin Pat woke up from a sleep caused by his exhaustion from rolling around the floor for the most of the night. He immediately looked down at his body and let out a sigh of relief as he was no longer orange and completely spherical.
“Pat! Pat!” voices yelled outside the house.
Pat came running out and the three friends were reunited. They all looked nervously back at the house as they walked away, not quite knowing what happened last night.
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I know it's a bit late and I should've really posted it on the 31st but I've only just got round to it and it's only a bit of fun too. Hope you enjoyed it. :-)
Good idea. Nicely played out - (I keep saying that!) - Playing on the old notion of "don't go there, she's a witch". But they did, and look what happened!
I did enjoy it. Nice to read a story from you again. Non-permanent mischef :)
October 31st
Two brilliantly white eyes twinkled and even appeared to wink, and then they were gone. The moon’s now bare face hid all its secrets as it sat like a king of the sky looking over its empire, its full plump face smugly silent. The boy looked up at the royal rock and frowned. Horns were sprouting from his head and he adjusted the long, wrinkled, slightly mouldy-looking nose attached to his face. He chomped down on the fangs in place in his mouth. The yellow canines shone slightly in the streetlight that he was waiting under.
Where are they? he thought. Then he heard a small spurt of laughter coming from the bushes behind him. He turned quickly to see a pointed hat poking out from the foliage. Another giggle. Below the hat were a set of eyes that sparkled, framed by dark eyeliner. Adjacent to these were another set that looked weary.
“Boo!” both the figures jumped out of the bush towards the boy. Despite knowing of their presence he still jumped back a little. “Alright there, Tommy? Good, good. Take a look at Pat!” the witch said.
Tommy immediately focused on Pat. He couldn’t help but laugh and his fangs fell out as he did so. “What are you?” he blurted out.
“What do you think?” snapped Pat. His apparently distressed face was totally orange with face paint and his costume was like a giant basketball inflated to fit over his body. On his head was a green stump. “Yes a pumpkin. A pumpkin! I can’t believe Emily made me wear this!”
“I think you look… cute,” giggled Emily.
Pat took a swing at her witch’s hat. “Let’s get going then.”
He then began to waddle awkwardly down the road to the first row of houses. Tommy and Emily followed, joking about the pumpkin costume as they went.
The trio had soon visited several houses and received a lot of bounty, contained within a sack swung over the witch’s shoulder. The street was surprisingly empty. Occasionally there was a burst of voices from somewhere nearby, but other than that there was total silence, with just the wind whistling amongst the three figures and surrounding trees that lined the street from top to bottom.
Tommy rapped on the next door with a hand covered in stuck on spikes. He arranged them as he withdrew the claw. No reply. Tommy shrugged and knocked again. The door creaked open slightly, revealing a warm glow from within. Emily lifted her hat, which had slid down, from her eyes and peered in. She slowly guided a hand neatly to the handle and began to push it.
“Hello, my dears!” a voice boomed down on the children, which made them all jump back, almost falling over each other. The voice cackled at this response. “Don’t be scared,” it paused again to laugh, “Come in! Come in! Plenty of goodies inside! Mmm…” the voice trailed off.
Pat was the first up and waddled in. The witch’s hand snapped back at the pumpkin, “What are you doing?”
“Didn’t you hear the words ‘plenty of goodies’?”
“You and your stomach will get us in trouble.”
This only gave Pat the pumpkin more determination. He pushed the door open, sighing as he did so. His eyes scanned the room. The lights were very dim and cobwebs littered the ceiling and surrounding shelves, which were at awkward angles. There was a musty old smell in the house, but warm glow from a crackling fire opposite the door made it comforting. In the centre of the room was a broad wooden desk, with books scattered on its surface. On top of one dusty pile of books was a perfectly circular emerald bowl. Shiny objects were inside. Pat’s eyes feasted on the bowl as he slowly edged towards it.
“What’s he doing?” whispered Tommy to Emily, both now standing behind Pat.
“Sweets… sweet sweets,” muttered Pat. He lent over the bowl and took the shiny objects. He quickly turned to the others and gave them a handful each. He then placed one in his mouth, “Delicious… lovely!”
Emily looked at Tommy who was now also tucking into a sweet. She then joined them by taking a bite. That is good, she thought, great even.
Suddenly the voice was back laughing. The house seemed to shudder, the walls shook and the shelves swung wildly around throwing books, pans, dust and anything else that was present on them, violently into the air. The children were thrown to the floor which seemed to be slipping away like sand under a foot. Part of the roof fell in with a large clatter; dirt flew up making the group cough and splutter. Moonlight flooded the room.
Both Emily and Tommy got up and ran out of the room, Pat tried to but his costume restricted his movement and was left rolling helplessly around the floor.
They waited in the garden. Then Emily suddenly noticed a broomstick, she had the strangest urge to sit on and fly. She lunged towards it with a giggle, Tommy looking on in bewilderment. He was about to ask what she was doing when he had a soaring pain in his hands. He looked down and was horrified. He pulled at the spikes but they wouldn’t budge, it was like they were part of him. Suddenly he noticed his nose and let out a silent scream. He put his hands to his face and tugged it. It didn’t move at all. It just hurt. Again he tried to scream but this time a roar came out. He stopped still.
Above his head against the moon’s face was the silhouette of Emily flying off into the night’s sky. He then ran off down the street in a mad rage.
Still rolling around the floor of the old house was Pat, but his limbs were no longer visible. His body had become perfectly round and totally orange. His new skin looked tough and waxy. A look of panic ran across his face he couldn’t feel anything. He tried to look down onto what should have been his body, but instead he just saw pumpkin. He squinted and then screamed as it hit him that he was actually a pumpkin. As he screamed he tumbled helpless around the wooden floor, picking up splinters in the pumpkin flesh as he did so. He let out yelps of pain. The house around him seemed to laugh at this spectacle.
Meanwhile high above the house Emily was zooming around the night sky. Her voice was not as loud as when she first started flying since it had become sore from laughing. Still she tried to cackle but all she could muster was a faint laugh followed by several dry coughs. Her last cough was quite heavy and rocked the broomstick. She tried to stabilise it but it was already plummeting towards the earth.
Back on the ground Tommy was still running. The run had now turned into more of a gallop: he was on all fours and travelling at a terrific pace. Suddenly he screeched to a halt. He needed something, something important to him. He used a clawed hand to scratch his head. Then he knew what he needed, he approached a house and went to the side of the building. Leaning against the side wall were three black, shiny bin bags. Tommy could smell what he was after. Food. More specifically he fancied chicken. He tore open the first bag and as he did so a banana skin became entangled with his index-finger’s claw. He shook it off and it slapped against the wall next to him. He split the second bag and peered in, not wanting another fruit related incident. He saw what he’d first smelt. He licked his lips. He pushed his hand through the opening in the bag.
Suddenly without warning he was crushed to the floor as Emily crashed on top of him. With a little cackle she collapsed onto the broken broomstick underneath her. Tommy also passed out from the shock of having a witch fall from the sky.
Many hours later as the moon fled the powerful rays of the Sun, Emily groaned as she stretched out her arms. Tommy also woke not far away on top of a pile of squashed rubbish. The smell was terrible. They both looked at each other with puzzled looks.
“What happened? Where are we?” they are asked each simultaneously.
A few streets away pumpkin Pat woke up from a sleep caused by his exhaustion from rolling around the floor for the most of the night. He immediately looked down at his body and let out a sigh of relief as he was no longer orange and completely spherical.
“Pat! Pat!” voices yelled outside the house.
Pat came running out and the three friends were reunited. They all looked nervously back at the house as they walked away, not quite knowing what happened last night.
-------
I know it's a bit late and I should've really posted it on the 31st but I've only just got round to it and it's only a bit of fun too. Hope you enjoyed it. :-)
Two brilliantly white eyes twinkled and even appeared to wink, and then they were gone. The moon’s now bare face hid all its secrets as it sat like a king of the sky looking over its empire, its full plump face smugly silent. The boy looked up at the royal rock and frowned. Horns were sprouting from his head and he adjusted the long, wrinkled, slightly mouldy-looking nose attached to his face. He chomped down on the fangs in place in his mouth. The yellow canines shone slightly in the streetlight that he was waiting under.
Where are they? he thought. Then he heard a small spurt of laughter coming from the bushes behind him. He turned quickly to see a pointed hat poking out from the foliage. Another giggle. Below the hat were a set of eyes that sparkled, framed by dark eyeliner. Adjacent to these were another set that looked weary.
“Boo!” both the figures jumped out of the bush towards the boy. Despite knowing of their presence he still jumped back a little. “Alright there, Tommy? Good, good. Take a look at Pat!” the witch said.
Tommy immediately focused on Pat. He couldn’t help but laugh and his fangs fell out as he did so. “What are you?” he blurted out.
“What do you think?” snapped Pat. His apparently distressed face was totally orange with face paint and his costume was like a giant basketball inflated to fit over his body. On his head was a green stump. “Yes a pumpkin. A pumpkin! I can’t believe Emily made me wear this!”
“I think you look… cute,” giggled Emily.
Pat took a swing at her witch’s hat. “Let’s get going then.”
He then began to waddle awkwardly down the road to the first row of houses. Tommy and Emily followed, joking about the pumpkin costume as they went.
The trio had soon visited several houses and received a lot of bounty, contained within a sack swung over the witch’s shoulder. The street was surprisingly empty. Occasionally there was a burst of voices from somewhere nearby, but other than that there was total silence, with just the wind whistling amongst the three figures and surrounding trees that lined the street from top to bottom.
Tommy rapped on the next door with a hand covered in stuck on spikes. He arranged them as he withdrew the claw. No reply. Tommy shrugged and knocked again. The door creaked open slightly, revealing a warm glow from within. Emily lifted her hat, which had slid down, from her eyes and peered in. She slowly guided a hand neatly to the handle and began to push it.
“Hello, my dears!” a voice boomed down on the children, which made them all jump back, almost falling over each other. The voice cackled at this response. “Don’t be scared,” it paused again to laugh, “Come in! Come in! Plenty of goodies inside! Mmm…” the voice trailed off.
Pat was the first up and waddled in. The witch’s hand snapped back at the pumpkin, “What are you doing?”
“Didn’t you hear the words ‘plenty of goodies’?”
“You and your stomach will get us in trouble.”
This only gave Pat the pumpkin more determination. He pushed the door open, sighing as he did so. His eyes scanned the room. The lights were very dim and cobwebs littered the ceiling and surrounding shelves, which were at awkward angles. There was a musty old smell in the house, but warm glow from a crackling fire opposite the door made it comforting. In the centre of the room was a broad wooden desk, with books scattered on its surface. On top of one dusty pile of books was a perfectly circular emerald bowl. Shiny objects were inside. Pat’s eyes feasted on the bowl as he slowly edged towards it.
“What’s he doing?” whispered Tommy to Emily, both now standing behind Pat.
“Sweets… sweet sweets,” muttered Pat. He lent over the bowl and took the shiny objects. He quickly turned to the others and gave them a handful each. He then placed one in his mouth, “Delicious… lovely!”
Emily looked at Tommy who was now also tucking into a sweet. She then joined them by taking a bite. That is good, she thought, great even.
Suddenly the voice was back laughing. The house seemed to shudder, the walls shook and the shelves swung wildly around throwing books, pans, dust and anything else that was present on them, violently into the air. The children were thrown to the floor which seemed to be slipping away like sand under a foot. Part of the roof fell in with a large clatter; dirt flew up making the group cough and splutter. Moonlight flooded the room.
Both Emily and Tommy got up and ran out of the room, Pat tried to but his costume restricted his movement and was left rolling helplessly around the floor.
They waited in the garden. Then Emily suddenly noticed a broomstick, she had the strangest urge to sit on and fly. She lunged towards it with a giggle, Tommy looking on in bewilderment. He was about to ask what she was doing when he had a soaring pain in his hands. He looked down and was horrified. He pulled at the spikes but they wouldn’t budge, it was like they were part of him. Suddenly he noticed his nose and let out a silent scream. He put his hands to his face and tugged it. It didn’t move at all. It just hurt. Again he tried to scream but this time a roar came out. He stopped still.
Above his head against the moon’s face was the silhouette of Emily flying off into the night’s sky. He then ran off down the street in a mad rage.
Still rolling around the floor of the old house was Pat, but his limbs were no longer visible. His body had become perfectly round and totally orange. His new skin looked tough and waxy. A look of panic ran across his face he couldn’t feel anything. He tried to look down onto what should have been his body, but instead he just saw pumpkin. He squinted and then screamed as it hit him that he was actually a pumpkin. As he screamed he tumbled helpless around the wooden floor, picking up splinters in the pumpkin flesh as he did so. He let out yelps of pain. The house around him seemed to laugh at this spectacle.
Meanwhile high above the house Emily was zooming around the night sky. Her voice was not as loud as when she first started flying since it had become sore from laughing. Still she tried to cackle but all she could muster was a faint laugh followed by several dry coughs. Her last cough was quite heavy and rocked the broomstick. She tried to stabilise it but it was already plummeting towards the earth.
Back on the ground Tommy was still running. The run had now turned into more of a gallop: he was on all fours and travelling at a terrific pace. Suddenly he screeched to a halt. He needed something, something important to him. He used a clawed hand to scratch his head. Then he knew what he needed, he approached a house and went to the side of the building. Leaning against the side wall were three black, shiny bin bags. Tommy could smell what he was after. Food. More specifically he fancied chicken. He tore open the first bag and as he did so a banana skin became entangled with his index-finger’s claw. He shook it off and it slapped against the wall next to him. He split the second bag and peered in, not wanting another fruit related incident. He saw what he’d first smelt. He licked his lips. He pushed his hand through the opening in the bag.
Suddenly without warning he was crushed to the floor as Emily crashed on top of him. With a little cackle she collapsed onto the broken broomstick underneath her. Tommy also passed out from the shock of having a witch fall from the sky.
Many hours later as the moon fled the powerful rays of the Sun, Emily groaned as she stretched out her arms. Tommy also woke not far away on top of a pile of squashed rubbish. The smell was terrible. They both looked at each other with puzzled looks.
“What happened? Where are we?” they are asked each simultaneously.
A few streets away pumpkin Pat woke up from a sleep caused by his exhaustion from rolling around the floor for the most of the night. He immediately looked down at his body and let out a sigh of relief as he was no longer orange and completely spherical.
“Pat! Pat!” voices yelled outside the house.
Pat came running out and the three friends were reunited. They all looked nervously back at the house as they walked away, not quite knowing what happened last night.
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I know it's a bit late and I should've really posted it on the 31st but I've only just got round to it and it's only a bit of fun too. Hope you enjoyed it. :-)