Scary Spooky Trouble

Whatever you do, when you get near, No matter what happens, do not show a whit of fear. What? These are only old women, right? Crones, in my book. I decide to take the challenge, jump right onto the hook. They will be angry if you get there a minute past ten, she cautioned me. They are quite on time, so meet me at 9:45 under the big walnut tree. And no matter what you do, she whispered when we met, Do not let them know you have a brain, you are coming as my pet. She was dressed in long robes, black and gray, with no trim. She looked strange in the moonlight, sour and grim. The three crones glared at me as we came into sight. What is this? One of them croaked, putting me into a fright. This is my pet, my strange friend said, then she laughed. I turned to look behind me, at how long was the get-away path. I stared at their fire, with terror in my head. I smelled something ugly, quite decidedly dead. A formidable sign they were all kinds of trouble I knew I had to high-tail it out of there on the double. Bring her closer, one ordered. Way up here, by the brew. I felt threatened, sorry I had come, not knowing what to do. One of them lifted my finger and said she is quite tender. Moist too, another said, standing close to an ember. Juicy said the third, and fear shook my heart. I needed to get out of there, before they knew I was smart. My friend laughed a laugh that turned my blood cold. It was meanness personified, so ugly and bold. Let me have a taste, the tallest one said. I turned and I ran, promptly wetting my bed. Written 9-18-2018 Scary or Spooky Contest Sponsor: Tania Kitchin