It was a foggy Halloween, just like most in Town’s Town, but for some reason it didn’t feel the same. No one knew why, they just felt it in their bones. It got gloomier everyday; the rain became heavier, and the nights grew colder.
Now, I notice the strangest thing two days before Halloween. I was watching television with my skeleton for a dog, Fester. He was fast asleep at the foot of my bed, and I was dozing off as well until something caught my eye. Through a tiny crack in the blinds I saw a light at the top of Peppermint Point. Peppermint Point was a tall pointy like mountain that stood over the town like a scarecrow.
I’ve never seen something so peculiar before. I decided to call the cops, thinking that it was just some gothic punks performing a “Halloween ritual”. Oh, I couldn’t be anymore wrong. The cops did what I asked and I performed my ‘ritual’ for bed. Drink a glass of water with the sleeping pill, and drift off into slumber. I awoke the next morning, gave Fester some breakfast, and walked like a zombie over to the door. I grabbed the newspaper off of the door step. Sinking into my couch with my coffee, I read the headlining news.
Missing Officers:
“Late last night during a call all the way up to Peppermint Point two cops seemed to have vanished into thin air.Early this morning the officers car was found parked in the middle of Heights street. Anyone with any knowledge of what happened to the missing officers are advised to call their nearest police station.”
I sat in blunt shock. All morning those words were dwindling in my head like ghosts; missing, vanished, Peppermint Point. Whatever was up there was most certain no bustard in black jeans, it was much bigger. As the day passed the regret dug way under my skin. I thought that sleeping would help sooth my shaking body. Once again I was wrong, all night I had nightmares about a green and black figure, but I couldn’t make it out. The only thing that I could see, or hear vividly was the cracking voice of an old woman.
“So, the little birdie says that you're telling your higher power to get rid of us... or am I mistaken” she said. She laughed maniacally after every pause and contained, “Are you a snitch? A troll underneath the bridge?”
“I say we burn him...”, another voice cut in.
“Just like his little friends?”, They both laughed uncontrollably. Then the dream faded, and and hour later became a blur.
It was the day of Halloween and the day was as dark as the night. Sweat fell from my face to the floor. I took a look out of the glass window. I looked up at the mountain and swallowed. I heard the phone ring from the other room, trying to play off my worries. I answered it. From the other end I heard laughter, but not children's laughter. I heard the same voices from the dream.
“Have I gone crazy?!" I yelled. I grabbed my coat and walked straight out the door. Before I took the next step, I looked behind me. I saw Fester at the frame of the door staring at me with a mild grin. I turned my head and walked the walk. It was about an hour until I reached the top of Peppermint Point. I saw the cave, which wasn’t lit like the night. I felt warm air breeze against my pale skin. It was coming from the cave.
I gathered all of the courage I had a began in my departure into the forbidden cave. It was dark, musty, and had the smell of rotten eggs. I held my breathe as I walked further and further into the cave. About 30 seconds in, it was pitch black. I saw nothing ahead, nothing behind. I felt a tap on my left shoulder, and then my right. I heard their laughter. My palms were sweating. I fell to my knees. I got hit in the head moments later, and was brought into a new stage of darkness; a coma.
About 20 minutes later I awoke above a pot of steaming liquid. There was light this time, and I saw the whole cave; full of broomsticks, hats, bats, pots, potions, and a large mirror. Three shady figures came out of the fog. It was three witches! I hoped to stay calm, but I let it all out. I screamed, I yelled, I shouted, but yet I was tied in ropes. I felt like a bug in a spider web. I was dangling over the bubbling pot. I looked up at the disgusting witches. They whispered, “A feast for Halloween night...”
“I’ve starved myself 30 years for this meal.”
“Cut the ropes, and boil my dinner!”
Once again, I panicked. One of the witches grabbed an unusually large pair of scissors. They stood up on each other’s shoulders and said, “Light as a feather!” Standing tall reaching the rope above my head, and with one quick snap the cut the rope, I fell down into the pot of steaming of water? All that was in the pot was heated water.
“And he melts before us!”, the head witch cried. But I was fine. I just sat there. Nothing was happening besides my clothes becoming wet from the water. I looked up at their astonished faces. I stood up in the pot, and jumped out, “How!? This is some sort of witchcraft!”, One yelled. I turned around and poured the water out, all over the floor. It reached the witch’s feet and they began to melt. I walked out casually hearing nothing but the shrieks of three melting witches. Since that very day on Halloween night, I look out my window, and I’ve never seen a light at the top of Peppermint Point.
-Milo
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