Halloween giggles

Mum says this night is a night when children dress up as something scary and go round to local houses telling jokes and singing songs and if the other people like the trick, song or joke they give out a treat.

Mary wasn’t quite sure if she wanted to go out in the dark but Mum was all ready and promised to come back home if Mary got too scared, to which Mary shook her head “don’t be so silly.”

Mum dressed up a witch, Joe was the cutest wee pumpkin and Mary decided to be a vampire, she loved her dress and extra long black wig. 

They were good to go.

“Boo,” cried Dad as he jumped out from behind the door. 

“I’m not sure the grim reaper would shout,” advised Mary as she walked by.

“Oh, what would the grim reaper say?” asked Dad a bit annoyed his trick didn’t work.

“I don’t think the grim reaper says anything just appears when the time is right.”

“Oh I see,” agreed Dad, “Let’s see if we can scare some humans in exchange for treats?”

“Yea, let’s see what our tricks are worth?” advised mum with a smile as they left.

They started going round the houses, each house for each person.  

Mum sang a wee song; Dad told a joke with Joe and Mary had a wee poem she had written at school.

They bumped into a few more scary beings, lots of ghosts, a werewolf, a zombie, an Egyptian mummy who’s bandages were all unraveling and an evil doctor too.

There were candy apples, jars filled with candy, sandwiches filled with jam but it could’ve been blood perfect for Mary (she was a vampire after all) and secret black boxes that you couldn’t see into but had to put your hand in until the end to grab your treat that felt really horrible, and gooey like brains and spaghetti. 

It was the last house, 

Mum rang the door bell.  

We all stood waiting, all of a sudden a mad scientist jumped out of the door spilling all of their potions with a manic giggle.

Dad tapped the scientist on the shoulder and mum waved her evil witches wand.

The mad scientist offered to make some gruesome potions or allow us to make our own if we each sang a song or told a funny joke.

The crazy scientist thought Dad’s joke was best but liked all of our talents. 

Now we could mix our own potion. 

Mum took some fizzy orange poison and a red speckled brain sponge for everyone and thanked the scientist for their potions as we all left.

Home, at last, Dad opened the door, everyone sat down with a yawn. 

 “OK, time for baths and bed, we don’t want this scary make up over your pillows or you might turn into the scary being we created,” advised mum with a wink.

“Better be safe than sorry, “advised dad with a smirk and a giggle.

©joannehepburn 30.10.2016