Scaring Babbalineena the Witch

Babbalineena was sweeping when the door creeped her out it was opening slowly, with a creakiness, scarier than a shout I thought you witches were brave, a hoarse voice whispered near Babbalineena was terrified, hair stood up on the her neck and her rear I do not have any money, she told the voice, I barter my things, honey That is fine with me, the ghostly voice hissed, I do not want your money What do you want then? I am old, I would not taste tender or sweet I just came to say “Hello, auntie, it is me, Joey, and trick or treat!”