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WHOSE CREAKS ARE AFOOT THIS ALL HALLOW’S EVE?!

 

It was a dark and stormy night. Several seniors were trapped by the storm with Cathy at SCONA. The wind howled at the windows like a Banshee. The rain drummed on the roof. Only Cathy knew of the ghostly encounters that the staff at SCONA experienced: voices when no one is there, the closet door banging furiously in the upstairs hall, the door bell ringing with no one present, footsteps in the upstairs hall when Cathy is working alone late at night.

Charlotte put the coffee on and Agnes sliced some bread. “Something hot and a visit will keep everyone calm”, they said to each other.

Just as Charlotte reached out to get a plate for the bread that Agnes was slicing, a cold and clammy hand touched the back of her neck. Before she could let out a scream, all the lights went out!  The bathroom door slammed open and June and Al M. crashed into the hallway (looking somewhat disheveled?) Al was screaming full force and June was yelling, “This place is haunted, this place is haunted!!”

Everyone crowded into the hallway, wild eyed and scared to death! “What? Where? Who?” they yelled in unison.

“In the bathroom!” Al screamed. “We looked in the mirror just before the lights went out and we clearly saw two old ghosts standing there!” Everyone just looked and looked at him in stunned silence.

“What were you two doing in there anyway?” asked Marjorie with great consternation.

“Looking for ghosts” muttered June under her breath as she shoved her way into the dining room.

“I know what they were up to” smirked Val. “Which reminds me,” she said. “The only thing I want tonight is a tall, dark, and handsome man who will bring me hot coffee with whipped cream and a cherry on top.” She turned slowly and set her eyes on Al V.. “Well,” she said, “You certainly are tall, no longer dark but you’ll definitely do. Do ya dance?” Marjorie none to gently took Val’s arm and led her into the dining room too.

Agnes set a cup of coffee on the table in front of Val and took the chair beside her. She leaned toward Marjorie, who sat on the other side of Val and said, “Sorry I’m neither tall nor handsome, but you’re dark so we’ll do. Keep her within grabbing distance!”

Ashley had found a few candles and had guided everyone deftly to chairs around the tables. She made sure that everyone had their coffee and a slice of the yummy banana bread that

Agnes had brought to add to the treats enjoyed during their afternoon of fun.  Under other circumstances the candles would have lent to an ambiance of cozy friendliness, but tonight it was just plain creepy. Everyone visited in soft, muted tones with many furtive glances toward the rain swept windows.

The doorbell rang stridently! Tahlita swept to the door and yanked it open with great strength of purpose! It was as black as licorice on the front deck. All she could see was a candle-lit pumpkin floating in disembodied form at about the height of an average man. Tahlita is short but her blood ran with hot adrenaline!  She’d not allow this apparition to harm her brood of senior friends!! She faked with her left fist and drove with her right, directly into the center of the pumpkin face. The pumpkin howled and dropped to the deck, shattering just as it should! Horror crossed Tahlita’s face as she quickly moved forward and helped Fernie to his feet. Dressed all in black and intending to give everyone their Halloween scare, Fernie sputtered out his shock and explanation. Poor Fernie. He’s such a funny guy though, that it came to no one’s surprise that he thought he would give everyone a good scare and a laugh!!

“Kinda backfired eh fellla?” laughed Al T. “Should ’a consulted with me. Everyone knows I’m the real trickster around here!” That got Al V. going, who’s the best story teller around here, and he launched into a tale of a long ago Halloween. He had everyone in hysterics in no time flat! Just as he was winding up his story, the lights came back on.  

The spirit of the night wasn’t finished with everyone just yet though! There was suddenly the cacophony of horses hooves upon the roof, shouting and shots fired!! “Listen!! The sounds of the SCONA dead are afoot to tell us their tale on All Hollow’s Eve!!!” shrieked Kate B.

“Oh for goodness sake, calm down” insisted Dallas B.  “All we are hearing is the multitude of creaks and pops and groans that all of our old bodies are making! It’s just us! Don’t be silly. All will be well!”

 Or will it?

 I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THE STORY! WHAT TALENTED CONTRIBUTORS WE HAD! THANK YOU!!!

HERE’S THE NEXT ONE….

 

The garden was beautiful; the carrot tops so lush and green. The little house though, looked lost and forlorn. The curtains were drawn and cob webs were beginning to form around the front door frame. If you listened carefully, you could hear the sound of silence.

 

AND AWAY WE GO FOLKS!! PHONE IN YOUR NEXT SENTENCE! (HINT, HINT: TRY IMAGINING WHAT IT IS LIKE FOR EVERYONE HAVING SCONA CLOSED)

 

AFFECTIONATELY AND REALLY MISSING YOU!!

CATHY