A Ghost Story to kick off the Next two weeks of Halloween Fun at the Pond…
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If Primrose Parson’s parents had listened to her, she never would have disappeared on Halloween night.
She had told her parents that the lady with the red nails next door was a witch. But they didn’t listen.
“Witches don’t exist, Primrose.” Her father sighed stuffily into his newspaper.
“Of course witches exist!” Primrose lowered her English muffin smeared with jam, abhorred at her parent’s ignorance. ”Are you blind? This whole town is full of them!”
“Primrose!” Her mother frowned over her life section. ”That’s a terrible thing to say!”
“But it’s true.” Primrose took a vehement bite before continuing. ”They’re easy to spot. They all have long red nails and hang out at grocery stores and playgrounds, sniffing for children. They have enormous bags full of candy and cookies and things, anything to coax the kids back to their lair so they can eat them.”
“What has she been watching?” Her father buried his head in the business section, desperate to escape his only child’s rambling.
“Nothing, darling. You know I don’t allow television.” Her mother sighed, pushing away her own untouched English muffin– a terrible waste of jam. ”Primrose, what have the girls at school been saying?”
“They’re not saying anything because everyone knows this.” Primrose rolled her eyes. Her hand darted across the table, snatching the neglected English muffin and shoving it in her mouth before her mother could stop her. ”The new lady next door is a witch,” she announced, spewing crumbs. ”She has long red nails and sweeps all the time.”
“She’s not a witch.” Her mother rolled her eyes above the grey edges.
“Then why is she always offering me cookies?” Primrose glanced at her mother, then snatched the other half. ”None of the other neighbors do.”
“If all these witches are eating children, wouldn’t have their been a town hall meeting?” Her father sighed and lowered the paper. He loved town meetings.
“No, because the witches have black magic. They make everyone forget about the child.” Primrose dusted off her hands.
“Then how do you know children are missing?” Her father smiled, pleased at his brilliant deducing. Primrose gave her father a withering look. ”Dad, children always know. Adults are the ones that gullible enough to forget.”
With that, her father gave up and went to work and her mother gave up and took her to school. As they walked out to the car, Primrose glared at the house next door. The blinds shut instantly, a dark shape flickering behind them.
As a witch expert, Primrose managed to carefully avoid contact with her neighbor until Halloween night.
To be continued next week!
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