“I’m scared,” Carrie whispered as she clung to theÂ blue satin sleeve of her cousin’s Cinderella costume.
“Don’t worry, it’s this way. I’m sure it is.” Jeannie whispered back.
They were lost in the darkness with only the moonbeams falling between the branches of the trees to light their way. The chill of fear hung in the frosted air of All Hallows Eve as the girls made their way through the woods. The moisture laden leaves squished under their feet with the occasional crack of dried branches breaking the silence.
“I want my mommy.” Carrie wimpered.
Jeannie couldn’t understand how they had gotten so far from home. She had played in these woods all her life. One thing she did understand was Aunt Kate was going to kill her when they did make it home. It was well after ten o’clock and she had promised to have Carrie home before bedtime. Now she was lost with no idea of which way to go. Her dad had always told herÂ if you keep walking in a straight line you will eventually come out on the otherside of the woods; and that was exactly what she was going to do.
Snow began to fall from the star filled night sky. Jeannie pulled the velor cape of Carrie’s princess costume around the girl’s shoulders making sure it was securely tied and wouldn’t fall down. They walked for what seemed like hours when a light illuminated through the trees. They hurried down the path toward the light with Carrie clutching her plastic pail of candy in her pudgy five year old fingers.Â
“Come on, Carrie, hurry up. It’s only a little farther now,” Jeannie said pulling the little girl behind her.
It was a house in the middle of the woods. An old house with lights shining in every window. Jeannie could see the shadow of a woman standing in the window. The woman seemed to be watching as they clammored up the muddy path to the door.
The screech of a great horned howl screamed through the air seeming to issue a warning as it’s shadow floatedÂ across the moon that hung in the sky just above the house . Jeannie scrambled up the broken, dilapitated wooden steps of the house and knocked on the door.
to be continued.
Image: ‘Night” – freakingnews.com
All Rights Reserved (c) Copyright Donna R. Wood 2010
No part of this work may be distributed in any form digital, print, or audio without the express written permission of the authorÂ pursuant International Intellecutal Property laws.