Same Old Story

Ebony took her jack-o-lantern and sat on Cauldron Hill. She was Old McWee’s familiar, so she knew she could be still. The silence of the night boded well for the Eve of Halloween. Ebony’s magical powers assured her she would not be easily seen. The wind was just strong enough to flicker Jack’s candle a bit. Ebony watched a wolf pack go by, she held on to her sit. The leader of the pack did not sense her, but his wife was fey She turned and smiled her teeth at her as he led the pack away. In the distance Ebony could sense the children getting ready for bed. Among statutes of ghosts and witches, and some devils of an ugly red. Jack-o-lanterns flickering. Their moms came in for a good night kiss. Old McWee came toward Ebony and asked “What did I miss?” Same ole story, Ebony said. Like every Halloween from 1933. They are singing the same tunes, running the same direction, you see. There are some new cartoon costumes, of which I am not aware. But it is the Eve of Halloween, so there is still magic in the air!