Haunted Night

Haunted Night

Ghosts and ghouls were haunting the night while Mary and Patrick walked their way home.

They traveled the road without any light, unaware of the fate that for them would come.

Dancing and chanting some witches proclaimed: “those kids are ours, to make them our feast”, so they sent a great fog to scramble their way expecting to lure them away from the beasts and into their already spiced cauldron.

A werewolf nearby smelled the siblings and took upon him to hunt and eat them. To keep him away the witches started singing a spell that forever would ban him from the forest.

But two at a time, the spells got mixed up, so the werewolf was lured in and the children repelled.

Mary and Patrick to the forest arrived making friends with the ghosts, while the wicked werewolf in a soup bowl was found, for the witches’ lunch he had become.

“That’s not good”, said the vampire, who sucked them all to punish their wrongs: siblings and witches, drained without mercy by the night’s master.

But the vampire didn’t see the zombie with the stake, so his heart was pierced just as he finished the last snack.

Funny thing, nevertheless: the zombie tripped and smashed his head with a fresh tombstone of his own cemetery.

The only ones left were the old floating ghosts whose ethereal form couldn’t be killed and ghouls that from corpses their dinner prepared until the crack of dawn lured them away.