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“Hey guys look at this; we’re invited to a Halloween party!” I exclaimed. “No way! When is it?” Mark implored. “Tonight!” I bounced. I love Halloween parties! The invitation was from my friend Belinda, the queen of Halloween parties.
The gang, Jacob, Emily, Mark and I dressed in our scariest Halloween costumes and set out into the chilly night. “I forgot to straighten my hair.” The impeccably dressed Emily complained. “To become a fashion designer I need to care about my appearance more.” “Let me jot down your thoughts in my professional journalist book.” Jacob dead-panned. “Hey, let’s check out that hole in the fence!” Mark suggested, as we walked past the old, corrugated fence. “No!” we snapped at him. He is always causing trouble for us.
I spotted an old lady scrambling on her knees with her groceries as we strolled down the narrow, dark, bin-lined alleyway. Surprisingly it was Emily who blurted out, “Let’s help her.” So the gang crowded around her and lifted her up along with the groceries.
There was something about the woman that was repulsive, she had a long hairy nose and she resembled a fairy-tale witch. However she spoke kindly to us and invited us in for tea. We followed her through a rank, overgrown garden which looked like it hadn't been cared for in years. “I think we should go back.” Whispered Emily nervously. “We can’t turn back now.” Mark responded. We then saw a black cottage-like house squatting like a mysterious animal among the long vines. As we passed through the door she locked it behind us.
I started to feel butterflies in my stomach; the others looked the same too. She pushed us into the kitchen and on the stove was a foul-smelling, massive, bubbling pot. “Mmm…what are you preparing?” Jacob asked sarcastically. “I am making a stew to put you in!” she cackled. With a click of her fingers we were behind bars in a small cage.
The hairs on all of our backs stood up, the nice, old lady was actually a WITCH! Now she was preparing a child stew. We are the main ingredients! A cunning plan came to me as we were banging on the bars.
We lied down and pretended to be dead like a smart animal sensing danger. Five minutes past and the witch came tumbling towards us, she saw us laying on the floor, opened the cage, and peered in to see what happened to us. That is when we got up, lifted up the light, stinky witch, threw her into the bubbling, boiling pot and watched her shrivel up! Now the next thing to do was to escape from this horrible house.
We bolted to the door, undid all the locks, and left the home in happiness. We were excited to escape! That was a narrow escape! We continued to stroll down the narrow, bin-lined alleyway when we saw an old man scrambling on his knees with his groceries. “Let’s help him!” Emily blurted out.
