Moonshine and Showers

Four am, the brightness of the moon illuminated our kitchen, little sparks of light twinkled in the rain drops on the window. Suddenly the room dropped into darkness as a thick cloud passed across the moon.

You OK? A voice from upstairs.

Yes, I called back. Just the moon.

It’s dark now, come back to bed, it’s cold, you need your rest.

As I walked into the living room a shaft of moonlight cut through the dark.

Noooo….. I could see my hand changing again, my jaw stretching, my fangs reappearing….

I opened the back door.. It would be a long night…..

Halloween story

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All hallows eve. The night before all saints day, Halloween. October 31st. Tomorrow…

It was almost midnight. The moon was about half full, gliding in and out from behind the clouds. Smoke from an early November 5th bonfire drifted across the woodland. A mist was forming and swirling around the trees.

Why am I doing this? She thought for the thousandth time. Why do I want to be a Witch? It was all very strange. The recruitment, in a cafe! What did they think they were, spies?

Next to her stood her best friend, Gerry, she was slightly older and into Wiccan ideas, she had persuaded her to come along. Come on, whispered Gerry. It’s almost midnight.

They followed a short path through the trees. Their bare legs scratched and nettled. Not far now. They came out into a wide open space, a gap in the trees. One Oak sapling grew at the centre of the clearing. A crude rock alter lay in front of it. The clearing was full of women in black dresses and capes, holding broomsticks and with the traditional conical hats on their heads. She started to laugh. This was ridicuous. She shivered, all she and Gerry were wearing were dark cloaks like those of the women in front of her. What am I bloody well doing…..

Come forward, a tall woman ordered them. Kneel. Put your heads on the altar.

What? She struggled so two women grabbed her and pushed her down. She felt the slab of rock cold against her cheek.

People danced and a fire flickered, out of the corner of her eye she saw the leaves falling like snow from the trees although there was no wind or breeze.

She heard cackling laughter and the tall woman sat astride her broomstick. It lifted! Slowly the woman rose, all the while maniacal laughter flying from her mouth. Twice round the clearing. The witches gradually stepped forward and surrounded the two women at the altar.

The tall woman landed next to them.

You have both passed the test, she said. You are now witches. I salute you.

Would you like a Sloe Gin with tonic and ice ?

Gone

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The room was empty, their belongings? Gone. She looked around in disbelief. All of their stuff, years of accumulated debris, old cd’s, videos, books, clothes. Everything, even the plates out of the kitchen. The knives and forks, her old egg timer. It was like someone (him) had magiced everything away.

She had been away for three days, a course in Devon. After a long drive home she had been looking forward to coffee and an early night, not this?!

She walked slowly up the stairs..

The only things left were a wardrobe, a clothes rail, and the bed. Nothing else.

She lay down on the bed, confused. She didn’t know whether to ring the police, his parents, or just wait. How long did you have to wait to report someone missing? If he’d taken everything he must have left deliberatley?

A knock at the door….. What? She walked downstairs. She saw his face through the window. Why? She opened the door, ready to scream at him. He held up his hand. Sorry I wasn’t here. He said, everything happened too fast! It was meant to be a surprise….

Im sorry he said again. I’ve bought a new house… What? Where? How? Was what she said..

I won the lottery, he said.

Mystery cat

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This cat is definitely too friendly. He was trying to come in the back door tonight. We have put an old cat carrying basket out for him inside of a black plastic bag to keep off the rain. There is a towel inside the basket to give him something warm to lie on and it’s placed under the overhang of the summerhouse to keep off the rain. We will contact our local pdsa to see if they can offer advice. I still think he’s big and healthy enough to have a home. I will see what they say.

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A strange call

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Someone just phoned. I never answer unknown numbers, but then a text message came through saying I had hit someone’s wing mirror when I was driving and that I had then stopped and left my number on a note on the persons car. He said his car was not damaged and I could forget trying to claim for my wing mirror off him?

I texted back saying I did not know anything about it, and that I would ring the police.

The caller responded by admitting that the number he had contained 12 digits, one of which was blurry but he had tried my number anyway.

The whole thing is very strange. My wing mirror was damaged last week while my car was parked up. It was parked with the drivers side wing mirror against the pavement. I have not hit anyone and certainly if I had I would have stopped and sorted it out. I have never left a note on a car as I have never needed to.

What bothers me is it seems strange that a wing mirror is involved. It sounds like a scam. I’m considering blocking the number. I will keep the texts and report it to the police if there is any other strange communications.

Any thoughts?

 

Time hopping

Time snuck up on her. She had been waiting for a bus, minding her own business, when.

It was half an hour later. She was still standing by the bus stop but the town hall clock was now striking 7.

She looked at her watch, 6.30? What was happening. Well despite her watch it was too late to get the bus so she started the long trudge up the hill and out of the town.

She was so tired after her walk that she went for a soak in the bath, grabbed a sandwich and went upstairs to bed. She checked the alarm clock, it was half an hour ahead of her watch, so she reset it. She lay her head on her pillow and fell asleep…

Two minutes later it seemed the alarm went off. It must be right as daylight was streaming through the window. She stared at her watch. 10…but was that morning or evening. She looked at the electric clock, 8.30am….what the hell is going on?, she thought.

She felt sick and rang the doctors. As the time arrived for the appointment she hurried up to the surgery. But when she spoke to the receptionist she was told that she was an hour late. She would have to wait until the end of the mornings appointments to see if the doctor had time.

When they finally called her she did not answer. She was sitting there, perfectly still, not moving, not breathing, eyes wide open, staring into space…..