The Witch's night. A 5 minute read, Charles Roberts



          Halloween, the witches’ night out.  I’d been to the party in the local pub and had a really good time, the place was decked out with cobwebs and spiders, broomsticks and witches hats.  We were supposed to dress up for the occasion, but I hadn’t bothered, and I wasn’t the only one; I think that is more for the kids than us oldies.  But we’d had bobbing for the apples and other silly games connected with that night and I’d had slightly too much of the steaming punch mixed with beer, it doesn’t mix too well.

          I was walking home and decided to take the short cut through the old church yard, it only saved a few minutes’ walk, but a few minutes is a few minutes when you’ve had too much to drink.  I reached the gate and started to open it when I heard a voice behind me, turning I saw three girls, I would say that they were all in their mid-teens.  They asked if I was going across the church yard and if I was could they come with me as they were a bit frightened on this night.

          I told them that they could and we set off through the gravestones.  It was when we were about half way across the graveyard that I told them that it frightened me to walk alone through the graveyard at night when I was alive.  I’ve never seen anyone run so fast in all my life as those three did that night.  I reached the gate at my side of the graveyard carried on to the house, one or two young kids were still out and about knocking on doors and begging for sweets.  They were dressed up in various costumes like they do in the States and when a door was opened they would say ‘trick or treat.’

          I don’t like that idea may be because it has come from the States and we have our own history of Halloween with parties and games.  But times change and I thought that these youngsters should be home and in bed although tomorrow was a Saturday so they wouldn’t have to go to school.  I finally reached my house and found that someone had taken the gate off its hinges and thrown it on the front lawn, little bastards, I thought and carried on inside, a job for the morning. 

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