What If She Catches Us

Creaky iron gate to the old cemetery slowly opened into the scene. It was one of the scariest I had observed, even on a Halloween. Old one-eye was stirring a concoction in a cauldron of black. Jack-o-lanterns were astounded, and the ghouls were holding back. She was a frightening entity, this century old savvy witch. We were terrified, so we were silent and laid down in the ditch. What if she catches us? My sister whispered. Her voice was a squeak. I heard footsteps come near us, and I did not dare peek.